The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette
Chapter 787

Chapter 787

"What is it like to feel secure? This is what it feels like!"

"A-amazing. Are you sure they're not filming a movie?"

Countless pretty young girls said as they looked at Sean's back.

The lean body was like a most solid mountain.

He gave off a great sense of security by standing in front of Willow.

Heroes had a weakness for the charms of beautiful women. However, beautiful women loved heroes too!

Sean's incomparable fighting power impressed the customers in the store.

Willow slowly walked forward like an obedient kitten as Sean took her hand.

Willow had already known Sean was strong even before he recovered.

Now that Sean had recovered, he was several times more powerful.

That gave Willow a great sense of security.

"Tell me. How are you going to stop me?"

Sean backhanded another young man and looked at Felix with disdain.

Felix widened his eyes as he stepped back slowly. Fear filled his eyes.

All he knew was that Zander was tough and not easy to mess with.

It was why he came to seek revenge on Sean when Zander was not around today.

He never expected Sean to teach him a good lesson with only one hand.

"Get down on your knees, and I'll let you live."

Sean's voice was calm, but it contained an overwhelming authority.

It was as if he were a natural-born king. He was awe-inspiring and terrifying.

"You! You! You're dreaming!”

Felix clenched his teeth and backed away.

"I'm just scared that you'll soon never be able to dream."

Sean looked at all with disdain as he stepped out of the store.

The remaining young men slowly stepped back and walked down the steps.

Sean walked out of the store, holding Willow's hand.

Dozens of young men lay behind him, while the people in front of him seemed nervous as they

swallowed nervously.

Sean was fast. He knocked one man over with one slap. How were they going to fight him?

"Get him!

"F*cking get him! Kill him, and I'll give you a million dollars!"

Felix yelled again as he retreated to the back of the crowd.

There would be brave men when there was a handsome reward. The one- milIion-dollar reward

immediately shook the young men.

Deadbeats like them could never earn one million dollars!

Now, who could resist one million dollars when the condition was to knock Sean down?

The power of money succeeded in dispelling their fear.

Courage came with evilness. Their eyes showed a look of greed.

The next moment, everyone looked at Sean as if Sean were one million dollars.

"Get him!

"Well be rich if we kill him!"

A tattooed young man gritted his teeth and yelled. Then he grabbed a trash can from the side and

rushed at Sean.

"Wait for me for a while. It won't be long."

Sean touched Willow's hair and said calmly with a smile.

"Okay, be... be careful..."

Willow bit her red lip and nodded.

Sean turned and unbuttoned his buttons as he walked down the steps.

The commotion here had attracted the attention of many onlookers on the street.

With countless people watching, Sean slowly walked down the steps as he unbuttoned his coat.

Swoosh!

Just then, the tattooed young man had already raised the trash can and threw it at Sean.

Bang!

Sean sidestepped it and kicked hard.

Sean kicked that iron trash can out of shape.

Even the tattooed young man was kicked out of the way.

"Are they filming a movie?"

"Are you f*cking kidding me? Movies don't f*cking do that!"

Countless people around them exclaimed in astonishment.

Sean did not hesitate once he attacked. He pounced hard like a tiger in a flock of sheep.

Bang!

Smack!

Thump!

"Ahi-

Banging, screaming, and footsteps sounded together.

There was also the sound of bones breaking, which sounded terrifying.

When the people around saw a young man's arm broken and deformed by Sean, they finally realized...

They were not filming a movie.

Who would break people's bones to film a movie?

After two minutes, Sean slowly withdrew his hand and got up.

He defeated more than a dozen young men alone and swiftly ended the battle.

The onlookers-no matter gender or age showed a look of admiration.

A dozen screaming youths lay at Sean's feet.

Sean looked at Felix.