The Guardian's Sword

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 192

Chapter 192

Bonk!

He hit him right in the head, and the security guard fell to the ground.

Then Sean hit three more people with a sweep of the baton.

He seemed at ease with the common rubber baton.

He was so quick it was impossible to see his movements.

Bonk! Bonk! Bonk!

The sound of a baton hitting bodies rang again and again. Then the seven or eight security guards screamed and fell to the ground one by one.

They used the same weapon, but it depended on who was using it.

These ordinary people were no match for Sean.

At the very least, any security guard Sean hit with the baton would tremble in so much pain that they had to retreat.

At the very worst, their bones would be fractured, and they would scream in pain.

He did not stop as guards went flying here and there. In less than a minute, the fight was over. Seven or eight security guards lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Sean was still in the wheelchair, twirling the black rubber baton.

He kept a straight face as he remained indifferent.

The young man froze while the rich people around them were stunned.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

one expected such a result. Seven or eight strong men

the lame man ended up knocking seven or eight strong men to

movie. “This crip... This young man isn‘t ordinary. He knows martial arts. “He really isn‘t. I want him to be my bodyguard. He could charge any price. “You probably can‘t impress a guy like that with

billionaires around them discussed

bold confrontation instantly shocked a

whatever means

and slowly leaned on the back of the

“You! You!”

his fingers broken even forgot

make you

all the

my head off if I don‘t

man babbled and grabbed

high and contained sections for leisure, entertainment, accommodation, and so on. With such a

that the cripple before him could knock over a hundred people even

roared. Then he

then, there was suddenly a yell. “Stop the

man

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

better know who you‘re talking to!” The crowd subconsciously turned their heads

middle–aged man in a buttoned–up collar suit, followed by two attendants, was striding over grimly. The wealthy businessmen onlookers

also narrowed his eye slightly. “The

ready to summon others on the walkie–talkie instantly turned pale as soon as he yol a good look at the man. “Mr... Mr. Zigger, what are you doing here?” The young man hurriedly put down the walkie–talkie and put on an obsequious smiling face. Even though he was usually arrogant and domineering, he knew who he

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