The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 192 

Bonk! 

He hit him right in the head, and the security guard fell to the ground. 

Then Sean hit three more people with a sweep of the baton. 

He seemed at ease with the common rubber baton. 

He was so quick it was impossible to see his movements. 

Bonk! Bonk! Bonk! 

The sound of a baton hitting bodies rang again and again. Then the seven or eight security guards screamed and fell to the ground one by one. 

They used the same weapon, but it depended on who was using it. 

These ordinary people were no match for Sean. 

At the very least, any security guard Sean hit with the baton would tremble in so much pain that they had to retreat. 

At the very worst, their bones would be fractured, and they would scream in pain. 

He did not stop as guards went flying here and there. In less than a minute, the fight was over. Seven or eight security guards lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Sean was still in the wheelchair, twirling the black rubber baton. 

He kept a straight face as he remained indifferent. 

The young man froze while the rich people around them were stunned. 

Everyone was dumbfounded. 

eight strong men with weapons fought against

seven or eight strong men

as if they were filming a movie. “This crip... This young man isn‘t ordinary. He knows martial arts. “He really isn‘t. I want him to be my bodyguard. He could charge any price. “You probably can‘t impress a guy like that with money!”

and billionaires around them

bold confrontation instantly shocked

whatever means you have.”

slowly leaned on the

“You! You!” 

had his fingers broken even forgot the pain and

I must make you pay

and call all the security guards to come here!

my head off if I

and grabbed a walkie–talkie from

Hotel was nearly thirty floors high and contained sections for leisure, entertainment, accommodation, and so on. With such a vast area of land, security forces were

did not believe that the cripple before him could knock over a hundred people even if he were tough.

Then he pressed

there was suddenly a

man cursed

another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you! 

crowd

man in a buttoned–up collar suit, followed by two attendants, was striding over grimly. The wealthy businessmen onlookers froze when they saw the

also narrowed his eye slightly. “The

look at the man. “Mr... Mr. Zigger, what are you doing here?” The young man hurriedly put down the walkie–talkie and put on an obsequious smiling face. Even though he was usually arrogant and domineering, he knew who he