The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308 No one knew about why the previously quiet underworld blew up. Why it suddenly blew up, it was like a storm.

In just a moment…

Everyone feared for their own safety.

Flint’s men accurately located the small and medium-sized underground forces in River City.

Many leaders of small organizations had been uprooted without even knowing what had happened. Faced with Flint’s forces, all the underworld forces in River City only had two choices.

Submit.

Or be destroyed!

No force could survive this wave.

No one was given any face. Factions of the underworld had always been decisive and ruthless. Furthermore, as long as the conflict between the underworld organizations did not affect the normal people, the surface rulers would rarely ask about it.

With Sean’s support, Flint and the others had nothing to worry about.

This force was like a huge steamroller. He swept through all the underground forces in River City and flattened them. No one could stop it.

At River City, Night Rose Bar.

The biggest feature of Night Rose Bar was that there were many bar maids.

From young female students to mature young married women in their thirties, everything was available.

This was Joey’s territory.

She used to be Charles’s woman, and with his status, she naturally had a wide network.

It was no exaggeration to say that Joey was an extremely famous female pimp in the entire River City.

There were countless little sisters who relied on her to make a living.

Meanwhile, inside the room.

The lights were red, wine green, and neon lights flashed.

The DJ music that made one’s blood flow faster was also deafening.

Joey was wearing an extremely revealing, strapless miniskirt. Large patches of her skin were exposed for all to see.

To the left and right sat a strong and handsome man.

As for Joey, she was watching from the left and right, enjoying it immensely.

“Sister Joey, Brother Sam is back.”

At this moment, a young man walked to Joey’s side and reported in a low voice.

“Let him come over.”

Joey’s face was flushed with alcohol.

Soon, a young man with tattoos on his arms walked into the room with five to six strong men behind him.

These people were the ones who had gone to deal with Sean.

“How did it go?”