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.

result. Seven or eight strong men with weapons fought against

ended up knocking seven or eight

“He really isn‘t. I want him

around them discussed with shock on their

bold confrontation instantly shocked

means

rubber baton away and slowly leaned on

“You! You!”

his fingers broken even forgot the pain and looked at Sean

make you pay

all

head off if I don‘t kill

man babbled and grabbed a

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

fewer than one hundred security guards in the Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel. He did not believe that the cripple before him could knock over a hundred

teeth and roared. Then he pressed the walkie–talkie button to

there was suddenly a yell. “Stop the

man cursed without

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

to!” The crowd subconsciously turned their heads

was striding over grimly. The wealthy businessmen onlookers froze when they saw

narrowed his eye slightly. “The

“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

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