The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette
Chapter 2081

Chapter 2081

However, his face was as calm as ever.

It was as if such a thing happened all the time.

The corners of Lucius's mouth moved a few times. He tried to say something to beg for mercy, but he did not know

how to say the words when they were already at the tip of his tongue.

"Well... I..." With his head down, Lucius stammered, "I was blind for not recognizing you. I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sean unceremoniously stepped on his head.

Intense pain came, and Lucius's body trembled wildly with fear.

"How dare you play tricks on me?"

Sean's questions caused Lucius to cry out loud.

"Have mercy on me, sir! Have mercy on me, sir!

"I won't do it again. I'm willing to do anything as long as you spare me."

Lucius quickly patted his chest as he recalled something.

"By the way, I'm wealthy, sir. How about I give you all my money just so you'll let me go?"

Sean sneered when he heard this.

Zander laughed disdainfully too.

"You clown. Mr. Lennon's wealthy too. He doesn't lack your pathetic money."

Lucius instantly became desperate.

He could not think of any other way to save his life.

Sean stopped wasting time talking to him.

The foot that had been on Lucius's head raised and fell sharply.

With the sound of a ball being crushed, Lucius died instantly.

"Zander, clean up the place."

Sean left after instructing.

"Got it."

A few days later, Optimus Security Services made new progress.

Many people signed up because of the high salary. After the screening, Zander only kept 120 of more than 600

candidates.

Zander called Sean and asked him to come over and personally screen the talent he wanted.

In the company's first-floor lobby, 120 people had put on brand-new security uniforms and stood in a formation,

looking like they were waiting to be reviewed.

When Sean and Zander came in, these people looked at them.

Sean glanced briefly at them and nodded slightly.

These guys were physically strong. You could tell they were martial artists and often fought. It was also relatively

easier to train such people.

Three similar-looking young men stood side by side in the crowd. They cast excited glances at Sean.

Before Sean could say anything, the one on the left stood out.

"It looks like you're the owner of this company."

Sean nodded. "What's the matter?"

"You seem to know martial arts too, but you're not as intimidating as Zander."

"Oh?" Sean narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

There was a faint smile on Zander's face.

Judging Sean's words by common sense was a foolish choice.

"Why don't we fight?" the man asked Sean excitedly.

"Why?"