The Guardian's Sword

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Chapter 1200

Back in the day, Zander was the leader of Sean’s personal guard.

How could he get to that position if he was incapable?

Zander might not be as tough as Sean, but he could easily deal with 30 or 50 ordinary adults.

Thump!

Bang!

One after another, young men fell to the ground, unable to get up.

You could even hear screams ringing continuously.

Zander had knocked down half of the crowd in a minute.

These people could never even hit Zander.

“F*ck! F*ck! How crazy!”

“This is awesome. Is he a martial artist?

“Hsss! How strong! He’s strong!”

The people in the market were aghast.

Woody, Tyson, and Tanya, also widened their eyes in disbelief.

They thought Sean, Zander, and the cripple Jeffrey would be easy to deal with since there were only

three of them.

However, they did not expect Sean to do nothing and ask Zander to fight alone.

Besides that, Zander alone could easily knock down two dozen of them.

Thump!

Woody gulped.

They had f*cking hit a snag.

“That loser Jeffrey. How… How did he have such a strong friend…”

Tyson’s eyes widened, nervous.

Thump!

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Zander clapped his hands when the last young man fell to the ground, looking relaxed.

More than two dozen people lay on the ground, moaning.

Someone subconsciously checked the time.

It was exactly three minutes since Zander struck.

“Anyone else? I want to fight more.”

Zander asked indifferently, glancing at Woody.

Woody went red in the face and did not say a word. “Haha.

“Is this your car? I’ll take it.”

Zander sneered and got straight into Woody’s car.

Sean and Jeffrey got into it too.

Vroom vroom!

The car started as the engine roared.

Woody, Tyson, and the rest stayed silent.

Woody could have called more people over, but he was not sure they could defeat Zander.

“Jeffrey, I have something to tell you.”

Suddenly, Tanya’s eyes moved, and she grabbed the car window.

“You cheating wh*re, who do you think you are?”

Sean slowly turned his head, and the look in his eyes caused Tanya to quickly withdraw her palm.

“Is your name Woody?”

Sean asked indifferently as the car pulled up to Woody.

“Yes… Yes…”

Woody blushed slightly but nodded anyway.

“I like people who are obedient.”

Sean’s aura overpowered Woody.

“You… You mean…”

Woody got what he meant and nodded quickly.

“He has too many legs.”

Sean glanced at Tyson and said indifferently.

Sean wanted Woody to do what Jeffrey could not do.

“Got it.”

Woody was silent for two seconds before nodding.

He knew Sean was trying to get him to cripple Tyson’s leg! “Okay.”

Sean replied, and the car moved away.

Woody breathed a sigh of relief.

He then found that his back had been wet with cold sweat.

He had no idea if it was due to fear or nervousness..

Zander’s swift and forceful skills failed to deter him.

However, Sean, who had never done anything, intimidated him.

Sean’s aura was so strong that he could not help but feel scared. “Brother Woody…”

Tyson went over to Woody and spoke warily.

“F*ck you!

“You almost killed me!”

Furious, Woody grabbed Tyson and slapped him twice.

“I… I didn’t expect Jeffrey to know someone like that…”

Tyson looked agonized as he tried to explain.

“I’ll deal with you when I get back!”

Woody swore angrily and turned to leave.

He was greatly humiliated today.

Zander drove through the market.

Those who had witnessed Zander’s fighting skills moved out of the way.

Those at the market, who had not witnessed the entire spectacle, also moved aside.

After all, they recognized that it was Woody’s car, and no one dared to offend him.

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Woody was the only one who dared to drive through the market.

They drove the car all the way out of the market. Then Sean, Zander, and Jeffrey got out of it to change

to their own cars.

When they got out, Sean turned his head and saw the monk again.

At some point, the monk had moved his fortune–telling booth to the outskirts of the market, and he

continued sitting cross–legged on the ground.

When Sean looked at him, he happened to look over.

They looked at each other for about five or six seconds.

Zander followed Sean’s gaze and saw the monk.

“This man must be insane.”

Zander muttered as he opened the car door.

“Huh?”

When Jeffrey saw the monk, he gasped.

“What’s the matter? Do you know him?”

Zander asked, turning to look at Jeffrey.

“There’s something strange about this man.

“In my impression, he had always sat in the middle of the market like he was waiting for someone.

“He has changed his place for the first time today.”

Jeffrey was surprised.

“Otherwise, why would we call him a lunatic?”

Zander shook his head, still nonchalant.

“But I’ve heard people say his fortune–telling skills are accurate.

“And he tells fortune according to his mood. He doesn’t tell the fortune for everyone who approaches

him.

Jeffrey nodded and said quietly.

“Really?”

It intrigued Sean.

He always felt that many things were hidden in the monk’s eyes.

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