The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 1866

The old man was now shaking on all fours and had not yet gotten up.

The bodyguard taking the water saw this and quickly put down the thermos to run over and say to the young man,

"Calm down, Young Master! Calm down, Young Master... How could you do such a menial thing? Leave it to me!"

"Alright, you'll do it then! Give him a good beating! Kill this old thing!" The young man said with a sneer and sat

down in his seat.

Then the bald bodyguard stood grinning grimly before the old man, bared his teeth, and said, "Old man, you're

f*cking stupid and insist on messing with my young master, aren't you? Since you have a death wish, don't blame

me!"

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As soon as he said that, the bald bodyguard swung his leg at the old man.

The bald bodyguard was trained and a professional who was not only heavyset but also had bulging muscles and

was strong.

The old man was already in his 70s or 80s. He was even trembling when he walked. It would have killed him if the

bald bodyguard kicked him!

All the passengers in the carriage looked away, unable to bring themselves to look.

There was a deafening thud, and the carriage seemed to shake violently.

The passengers looked over, only to find the old man still on all fours, but the bald man who was about to kick the

old man flew out and crashed into the wall on the other side of the aisle. Silence!

The passengers in the coach looked blankly, unable to come back to their senses for a moment.

"Old man, are you alright?"

A young man less than 30 years old had stood in front of the old man at some point and was reaching out to help

the old man up.

It was none other than Sean!

It was Sean who had suddenly kicked the bald bodyguard away. If Sean had not done it, the old man would have

been killed.

"I-I'm fine... T-Thank you, young man..." The old man said shakily, struggling to stand up with Sean's help.

The bodyguard on the other side of the aisle also got up slowly. He struggled to get up, and he had a pained

expression on his face. Besides that, he stood up clutching the back of the seat next to him with one hand and

pressing his stomach with the other.

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The pain from his stomach made it hard for him to breathe!

"Who the f*ck are you..." The bald bodyguard asked breathlessly.

Sean did not even glance at him.

The young man could not take it as he suddenly stood up and said, "You son of a b*tch, do you know who I am?! I'm

Jonathan Jensen, the eldest son of the Jensen family of Midwich! How dare you go against me? Do you have a death

wish?!"

Sean finally turned around to look at the Jensen family's heir.

"I indeed have a death wish, but you can't take my life away..." Sean said with a smile.

"Troy, get him! Get your weapon!" Jonathan ordered without hesitation.

The bald bodyguard, Troy, instantly took a baton out from his lower back. With a single flick, the baton extended to

three joints, about half a meter long.