The Guardian's Sword

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Chapter 92

Mr. Lowe had set everything in a few words.

Jack nodded slightly and said, “That makes sense. Let’s do it.”

Leah’s face turned pale as she gritted her teeth and said, “I don’t have that kind of money.”

They were not favored by the Quinn family. It might also be a difficult task for Simon–the favorite

member if he asked the Quinn family for two million dollars.

Therefore, there was no way she was going to get the money.

“You can’t afford it? How dare you behave so arrogantly if you can’t afford it?

“You even dared to casually beat people up. How pompous of you!

“I’m telling you. There are people in River City you can’t afford to cross.”

Mr. Lowe snorted coldly and said as he flicked his sleeve.

“I never care if I can afford to beat someone up.

“It depends on whether I want to beat them up.”

Once Mr. Lowe finished, there was suddenly a voice outside the door.

Then the door opened, and Sean propelled his wheelchair into the room.

“Uncle…”

Candy’s face lit up as soon as she saw Sean.

Leah was also happy, but then she became dejected.

‘So what if Sean came?

‘No one dared to defy Jack.‘

“Don’t be afraid. No one can hurt you while I’m here.”

Sean came up to Candy and smiled as he touched Candy’s head.

“Mr. Tomme, that’s the guy.”

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Mr. Lowe immediately snorted coldly and said as he pointed at Sean.

Jack glanced at Sean’s wheelchair with disdain.

‘How dare a cripple try to cause chaos?‘

Sean did not care about the attention, let alone talk to them.

He came to talk to them the last time he was here.

However, he did not want to say another word this time.

“I just heard someone say that we can’t afford to beat up some people.

“Now, whoever thinks people can’t afford to beat him up, stand in front of me.”

Sean slowly turned his head and looked at Jack and his gang.

There was silence in the room as he said that.

“The cripple’s a little arrogant, huh?‘

“Haha, you seem quite tough?”

A few seconds later, someone slowly emerged from the group of menacing looking youths.

The youth rolled his wrists as he walked over.

Slap!

As soon as the youth walked up to Sean, Sean slapped him in the face.

The sound rang, and the youth covered his face as he stepped back.

“Why don’t you try and see if I’m tough?

“Try and see if I can afford to beat you up.”

Sean slowly withdrew his hand. He was swift and decisive.

With that said, he quickly started fighting.

The crowd was dumbfounded.

‘Since when did a cripple dare behave so arrogantly?‘

“F*ck you!”

The youth, who was slapped, yelled and kicked at Sean.

A chill flashed across Sean’s eyes. He sat still in the wheelchair, grabbed the

youth’s ankle, and then he bent his fingers and flicked at a certain position of the youth’s leg.

“Hsss!”

The youth instantly gasped.

After the sharp pain in his leg, he suddenly began to go numb.

Then the youth felt the strength of his legs disappear quickly as if it were not his.

Thump!

The youth’s leg gave way, and he fell onto the ground with a thump.

The leg Sean struck could not even budge.

“What… what have you done to me?”

The youth asked with a frightened look on his face as he looked at Sean.

Sean sneered.

The human body had more than a hundred acupoints.

Each acupoint held a different function.

Mastery of these things could truly swiftly kill people.

It was nothing to let the youth’s legs go numb temporarily.

“How… how dare you beat people up in front of me?”

Jack sounded dark, and his tone of voice was cold.

“Mr. Tomme, is it? Come here and let me have a word with you.”

Sean glanced at Jack and said indifferently.

“What do you want to tell me?

“You can save the apology. Compensate us first.”

Though Jack said so, he still condescendingly walked up to Sean with an arrogant

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face.

Mr. Lowe instantly.had a bad feeling when he saw this.

Sure enough, Sean soon raised his hand suddenly, swung his arm, and slapped him again.

Slap!

The slap was loud and crisp.

Jack was slapped so hard he spun on the spot three times, and his head buzzed.

“How… how dare you slap me?”

Jack’s status as a big shot was clear as day. When had he ever been slapped?

Therefore, you could imagine how angry he was.

“How dare you slap me? Who are you to slap me?”

The chill in Jack’s eyes was freezing to the bone.

“So I slapped you.

“You asked me who am I to slap you? It’s because you deserve it!

“It’s because I want to slap you. Is that clear?”

Still in his wheelchair, Sean said indifferently without a change in his expression.

“Boy, you’re dead!

“You probably don’t know what Tomme Ltd. does!”

Jack covered his face with one hand and was about to take out his phone to make a phone call.

“I’d like to know more about what the Tomme family does.”

Just then, there was a calm voice outside the door.

Before everyone could turn their heads, a group of people walked in.

The man leading the group was dressed in suits and ties, looking dashing. There were eight black

bodyguards behind him. Each of them was bulky and formidable.

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