The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

The moment Sean Lennon finished speaking, Quill Zimmer was so angry he spat through gritted teeth, “You f*cking…”

Quill pointed at Sean and was just about to unleash his wrath on Sean.

Smack!

Sean lifted his arm. Once again, another resounding slap was heard.

Thump thump thump!

Quill was forced back by Sean’s slap, and he could not help but stumble a few steps backward.

Both his cheeks were swelling up fast.

The handprint on his cheeks was also clearly visible.

“F*ck! You loser!

“Finish him!” cradling his cheeks, Quill roared furiously.

At that moment, the six burly bodyguards behind him snapped back to their

senses.

They had been with Quill for a very long time and they had never seen him on the receiving end of beatings before.

It was always them dishing out the beatings for him. Since when was their side the one at the receiving end of things?

That was why they had been dumbfounded when Sean slapped Quill. They had been absolutely stunned.

Now that their master had spoken, how could they dare to not move?

“Young man, how dare you slap Young Master Zimmer?

“I think you really have no idea what exactly you’ve done!”

One burly bodyguard scoffed coldly and reached out his humongous hand, about to hold Sean in a chokehold.

As ‘guard dogs‘, they had gotten used to following Quill around town, painting the town red, and forcing others to submit to their authority.

They were also extremely used to bullying, taunting, and similar activities.

This was a bunch of mean, ruthless bullies!

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Even if Sean was a disabled person, they would show no mercy.

At this moment, the burly man used all his strength in an attempt to lock Sean in a chokehold. He was then going to yank Sean out of his wheelchair.

What would a cripple be without his wheelchair? Would he not just be a puppet on the floor, forced to allow them to do whatever they wanted with him?

Sean’s expression was unchanged. He did not seem to flinch, nor did he try to

hide.

Sean’s hand immediately snaked out as quickly as a hare and grabbed the wrist of the burly man before him.

Boom! Crack!

The arm of the burly man was quickly twisted by Sean like a cloth being wrung

out.

It was clear that his joints were being dislocated by how crisp the bone–breaking sounds were.

Sean’s grip strength was so strong it stunned the people around him.

“Ahhh!”

Right after, a wail was heard coming from the burly man’s mouth. It was as if a piglet was being slain.

Sean’s arm shot out once more. A slap was given once again.

Smack!

A crisp slap had landed on the burly man’s face, forcing him to stumble backward uncontrollably.

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Sean retracted his arm slowly. There was still no change in his facial expressions.

He was quick, brutal, and accurate!

Quill and his men were all flabbergasted.

Sean the cripple could not even stand. How was he so skillful?

Quill refused to back down. He refused to believe it!

“Continue! Go on!”