The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette novel Chapter 617

Chapter 617

Sean shook his head and smiled. Just as he was about to speak, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

“Hello.”

Sean answered the phone as if no one else was around.

“Is it?”

After a few seconds, Sean frowned slightly, but he quickly raised his eyebrows soon after.

“Ok.”

Sean responded and hung up the phone slowly afterward.

Jon and the three were all staring at Sean.

Under the gazes of the three of them, Sean slowly got up with an incomprehensible smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t know if Mr. Zimmer likes this clock?”

Sean asked in a calm tone as he pointed to the glossy black grandfather clock.

“You’ll regret it if you dare to insult the Zimmer family.”

Jon glanced at the glossy black grandfather clock with eyes full of threats.

However, Sean was not affected by the slightest bit and still kept his expression unchanged.

“Now, you all listen to me carefully.

“I’ll give the Zimmer family a week.

“Within this week, my armor and the Guardian Sword that was taken by Quill Zimmer before, I want it to be returned to me without any damage.

“Also, I want the entire Zimmer family to get the f*ck out of River City.

“This way, you can save yourself from death.”

Sean stood up straight. His words were sonorous and forceful with an undeniable majesty.

Jon and his son, as well as the female assistant, were all rooted to the spot.

They did not know whether they should be angry or to feel shocked at this time.

The powerful aura that seemed to be innate in Sean’s body really made people dared not underestimate it.

“Sean, what the h*ll are you playing at?

“I tell you…”

Quill gritted his teeth, pointed at Sean, and was shout more curses.

Swoosh!

Sean turned suddenly and took a step forward, which instantly shortened the distance with

Quill.

His palm suddenly stretched out like a vice and caught Quill’s neck with incomparable

accuracy.

“Do you think I’m still the cripple I used to be?”

Sean asked with a tinge of ridicule that appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Quill’s eyes widened as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat and he was forced to swallow his words.

“You don’t need to answer, because I don’t want to hear what you say.”

Sean grabbed Quill’s neck with one hand and coldness flashed in his eyes.

“Let go of my son.

“I tell you, I don’t care what kind of background you have.

“If you dare to touch a single hair on his head, I’ll definitely have you die in a ditch somewhere!!”

Jon clenched his hands on the table suddenly. His tone was threatening.

“Haha…”