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?”

Adam’s apple rolled

“I’m not sure.”

Madam Quinn replied with a slight

apple rolled again as he

thinking if Sean

must be someone with a

finding someone to frighten Sean n thus kick

Simon’s idea was laughable if

will you cut

do you

could a cripple know

could not believe for the life of her that

“But… but…”

his head but

everyone watching, the 100 men in black trench coats surrounded

young men who were going to attack Sean

them compare with people from the

was no exaggeration to say that delinquents like them were unworthy of holding

their teeth chattered with fear when they saw the fierce–looking thugs

me see who the f*ck is trying to make themselves the boss of

man leading the men in black trench coats held a steel pipe with one hand

me. I’m here

with dyed blonde hair recognized the strong man and walked

fearfully called Mr. Kyle as he took out a

Slap!

C

his face, Mr. Kyle reached out and slapped away the

blonde hair dared not

are you doing

you permission to bring people with you

young man with dyed blonde hair,

“Mr. Kyle, We… we…

paid to do

blonde hair trembled, feeling a sense of foreboding in

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