The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette
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 achokehold.

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!”

Quill massaged his swollen cheeks and snarled.

The remaining five bodyguards looked at each other and launched their attacks toward Sean

simultaneously.

Some punched. Others kicked.

All five bodyguards surrounded Sean, trapping him in the middle of them.

Boom! Smack!

Thunk!

Crack!

Smack!

“Ahhhh! Gasp! Ahhhh!”

Punches and kicks were thrown, and the sound of flesh being hit was continuously heard.

There were also sounds of sharp inhales and wails of agony in between.

Shadows of falling figures could soon be seen. The five bodyguards fell to the ground in different

directions.

It did not take more than a minute for the entire process to occur.

The five burly bodyguards were all sprawled on the ground.

All of them were injured, and they were all squealing in pain.

Meanwhile, Sean was still seated securely in his wheelchair.

As he retracted his arms and crossed them over his legs. Sean was not flustered, nor was he panting

or catching his breath.

It was almost like fighting these bodyguards had been as easy for him as flicking a few ants away.

Quill was stunned.

Never would he have thought that Sean the cripple would be so good at fighting.

Sean was actually… trained?!

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“You… You…”

Quill’s hands were trembling slightly as he pointed at Sean. He could not even utter a single word.

“I, Sean Lennon, was crowned undefeatable while I annihilated my enemies in the battlefield. Who do

you think you are to me?

“Don’t even talk about trash like these people. Even if you sic a hundred men on me, so what?

“If I wasn’t trapped in this state right now, you’d already be dead.”

Sean’s expression was icy cold as he slowly lifted his eyes to look at Quill.

The formidable aura he emitted completely blanketed over Quill.

As a former Nine–star Commander in the army, he had also been given the title of ‘Ultimate Battle God

of the Northwest Army‘.

These were titles that were certainly not simply handed out to anyone.

Sean had once defeated ten commanders of the enemies‘ army with his bare hands, earning him that

title of Battle God.

Even if he was crippled in a wheelchair, he was not someone anyone could step

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“Sure! Sure!

“I’ll ask some people to pummel you to death right now!

“I wanna see how arrogant you’ll still be if I do so!”

After a short moment of silence, Quill Zimmer whipped out his phone and

snarled at Sean.

“Quill Zimmer! What do you think you’re doing this time?”

Suddenly, a furious voice rang coldly from outside.

Upon hearing this voice, Quill turned his head slowly towards the door. Willow Quinn marched into the

courtyard, a stormy expression on her face. With a sweep of her eyes, she could already roughly guess

what had happened.

However, what she did not know was why there were six bodyguards sprawled out on the floor and

wailing so badly.

“Sean, are you okay?”

Willow’s eyes were filled with concern as she looked Sean up and down.

“I’m fine.”

Sean smiled nonchalantly.

“Willow, you’re back just in time.”

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