The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 490 With a cold look in his eyes, Sean released the brakes of his wheelchair and propelled the wheel rim backward.

Bang!

The wheelchair went so fast that it ran straight into a young man’s leg.

The young man felt pain in his leg and wobbled slightly, almost losing his balance. Sean suddenly reached out and grasped the steel pipe in the young man’s hands. Then he snatched it.

The whole process was so smooth. Before the young man even realized it, Sean had taken his weapon from him.

Swoosh!

The next moment, Sean swung the steel pipe and headed for the front

He was so fast that it even caused a rustling sound.

“Bang! Clang! Clang! Bang!” Steel pipes collided with each other, making the clattering sound of metal.

There were even two sparks flying from the force of the impact.

There was a continual clattering as if iron bars were being hammered on banisters.

“Hsss! My hand…”

The next moment, the twenty or so young men stepped back in surprise.

Even the tattooed young man also had tremors in his palm and tingles in the space between his forefinger and thumb.

like he had hit a

from the steel pipe made him feel severe pain in the space between his forefinger and thumb so much that the steel pipe

Sean with shock on their faces. Sean played with the steel pipe in his hand, looking very calm. He was so calm that it looked as if he had not been affected at all. He had resisted twenty men all by himself. However, he did not suffer a single injury but fended off more than twenty people

move.

to counter more than

twenty or so people who attacked

man gritted his teeth. He wanted to curse Sean but was at a loss. They outnumbered Sean a dozen times and were all able-bodied. They should have been able to easily beat him to the ground and make him beg for mercy. However, what happened caught them all by surprise. “F*ck! Keep fighting!” The tattooed young man gritted his

Swoosh!

two dozen men rushed toward Sean

Bang! Clang!

remained unchanged as he held the steel pipe and fended

blocked off

were cold as he looked for

another scuffle, another dozen people out of the twenty or so young

“Gosh!”

in the car was

not believe what she was

not believe how tough a cripple she thought needed help getting into a car could

the driver could

believed it or not, the truth lay

were originally sneering with malice, had been knocked

eight men stood in the same place with steel pipes in

tattooed young man

his teeth, feeling