The Guardian's Sword

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 541

Chapter 541

Under the lights, hundreds of bald thugs marched forward in unison.

Their black trench coats flapped in the wind, making them look grim.

The surrounding crowd of onlookers subconsciously stepped back.

No one dared to stop these people.

“Haha, are you gonna attack?”

A strong man in front of the crowd of men in black trench coats sneered before opening his coat to take out a gleaming steel pipe from around his waist. 1

Swoosh!

Swoosh! Swoosh!

When the strong man took out the steel pipe, those behind him followed suit.

Hundreds of fierce–looking strong men in black made a terrifying sight for others with the weapons in their hands.

The crowd outside winced and stepped back silently again.

Shane and Jay widened their eyes and looked on in shock.

Whose men were these?

They did not bring them here!

It was just Sean. They thought more than 30 delinquents could take Sean down easily, so they would not bring that many people here.

Then what were these people doing here?

The crowd in the hotel lobby on the first floor was also slightly confused.

It looked like a scene from a movie, making them find it unrealistic.

“Grandma, these people aren’t here to help Sean, are they?”

apple rolled twice

“I’m not sure.”

Madam Quinn replied with

rolled again as

thinking if Sean did call

someone with a terrifying

about finding someone to frighten Sean n thus kick him out of the

if

you

you

could a cripple know

not believe for the life of her that Sean could get a hundred people

“But… but…”

his head but

men in black trench coats surrounded Sean

men who were going to attack Sean paled

low–level delinquents like them compare with people from

delinquents like them were unworthy of holding

with fear when

the f*ck is trying to make themselves the boss

trench coats held a steel pipe with one hand over his shoulder

Mr. Kyle, it’s me. I’m

with dyed blonde hair recognized the strong man and walked forward as

Mr. Kyle as he took out a

Slap!

C

on his face, Mr. Kyle reached out and slapped away the cigarette held by

young man with dyed blonde hair

are you

bring people with

dyed blonde hair,

“Mr. Kyle, We… we…

only paid to do

young man with dyed blonde hair trembled,

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