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. 

Seven or eight strong men with weapons fought against a cripple

man ended up knocking seven or eight strong men to the ground.

“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

and billionaires around them discussed with shock on their

bold confrontation instantly shocked a lot of

means you

threw the black rubber baton away and slowly leaned on the back of

“You! You!” 

forgot the pain and looked

make you

the walkie–talkie and call all the security guards

head off if I don‘t

man babbled and grabbed a walkie–talkie from a security guard.

sections for leisure, entertainment, accommodation, and so on. With such a vast area of

the cripple before him could knock over

gritted his teeth and roared. Then he pressed

Just then, there was suddenly a

young man cursed without looking.

cold shout.ang.

“How dare you! 

who you‘re talking to!” The crowd subconsciously turned their heads around

collar suit, followed by two attendants, was striding over grimly. The wealthy businessmen

also narrowed his eye slightly. “The middle–aged man looks quite familiar!‘

the walkie–talkie instantly turned pale as soon as he yol a good 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 could and could not