The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 352

Mr. Matthews had received benefits from Quill Zimmer, so he was willing to reveal some things to him.

However, there were things that he did not dare to mention, not even a peep.

“Why are the Quinns untouchable?”

Quill was confused. The Quinn family were an empty shell of its past now. Unless, they had

backgrounds that Quill did not know about?

“Young Master Zimmer, I’ll just give you some advice since we have gotten to know each other.

“If you don’t want the Zimmer family to get into trouble, please don’t touch the Quinn family.

“If you refuse to listen to me, just take it as I’ve said nothing. However, from today onwards, don’t go

telling people that you know me.”

After Sam finished talking, he hung up quickly.

Quill was left flabbergasted in his car.

Was Sam telling the truth?

Why could he not touch the Quinns?

Quill had no idea that the Quinns had such formidable background.

How would they get the Zimmer family in trouble?

“Pffft, what nonsense!

“If I believe you, I’m af l!

“Mere idiots of the Quinn family, how could they cause trouble to us, the Zimmers?

“What a ridiculous joke!”

Quill huffed coldly, stomped on the accelerator, and zoomed away, completely ignoring Sam’s words.

On the other side.

At the Soaring Wyvern Nightclub.

Sam placed his phone down, held his breath, and walked carefully before Flint Howard.

“Done with your phone call?”

Flint sat in his office, his tone was calm.

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

Sam’s body was hunched up in a curl as he tucked his tail in as much as he could, looking as small

and careful as he could.

“Kneel down if you’re done!

“F*ck!”

Flint shot up from his seat abruptly, reached for the ashtray on his table, and smashed it hard, right on

Sam‘s head.

“Boom!”

Sam did not dare to flinch as he endured the blow.

“Plop!”

Sam fell down sprawled on the floor, blood trickling down from his head.

However, Sam did not dare utter a single word as he struggled to kneel once again. People of the

underworld had their ways of doing things and were subjected to the laws of the underworld. If one

could survive in the underworld, how could they not be violent? For Flint to be where he was, for him to

be able to control hundreds of subordinates that did not dare to go against him, he had to be extremely

menacing.

This blow on Sam was nothing.

“You blind idiot!

“Kneel here properly until Mr. Lennon comes and allows you to stand up!” After smashing the ashtray

on the ground, Flint picked up his phone and gave Sean a call. “Cough. Hello, Mr. Lennon, i–it‘s

Flint...”

Flint was very polite before Sean.

“This is the second time now, right?” On the other end of the phone call, Sean asked softly. “... Yes,

yes... Mr. Lennon, please listen to my explanation...” Flint was acting very deferential, he was almost

kneeling down as well as he spoke.

“I don‘t want explanations.

“I just want to see results,

“I‘ve placed you on that position just for your subordinates to come to attack me time and time again. Is

that right?” Sean‘s tone was calm, but it was tliis calmness that made Flint tremble with rear like he was

about to die,

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

Flint stammered, he was deathly afraid. “Mr. Lennon, I already have Sam Matthews kneeling down

here, and when you come over, he would apologize to you personally...” Flint took a deep breath as

plead laced his tone.

“No need.

“Just listen carefully. I can put you up on the mountains, I can also bury you in the valleys. “If 1, Sean

Lennon am with you, you‘re a beautiful wine glass. If I am not, you‘re nothing but shards of broken

glass.” Sean spoke slowly. He had never regarded Flint and the rest as his equals.

Who was he?

The highest commander in the army, the only Nine–star Commander. In the vastness of the military

world, no one would disobey him, for he was king. His comrades were those that were with him as they

battled and bathed in blood! Flint Howard and the likes of him, frankly, were nothing but tools to him.

They had no rights or qualifications to be deemed as his equals.

This was not arrogance, but liarsh truth.

Flint was a clever man. He understood the reality of things.

“I understand, Mr. Lennon, I really do.”

Flint nodded profusely, sweat beaded on his forehead. “I don‘t need you to do anything else. All I need

is the people of the underworld to leave me and Willow alone. That‘s enough. “If you can‘t do that well,

there will be people ready to take over your place at any time.” Sean‘s tone softened as he added, “I

don‘t want a third time.” “Yes yes yes, Mr. Lennon, I promise!

“I promise, there will not be a third time!” Flint slapped his chest as he swore to the phone.

Sean mumbled a reply and hung up.

“Phew!

Flint breathed a sigh of relief. Sweat had soaked through the back of his shirt.

This time, he was spared.

“Idiot!”

Flint turned around and kicked Sam down to the ground. “You blind?! If you don‘t even know who your

boss is, how the heck are you someone else‘s subordinate?!”

Flint took all the anger out on Sam.

“Boss Flint, I don‘t want to argue, but… I really don‘t know what Mr. Lennon looks like...”

Sam was sprawled on the ground as he explained quietly.

“Then tell the whole f*cking world!

“Next time, in River City, if anyone comes across a cripple named Lennon on the wheelchair, be

respectful and address him as Boss!

“One more time of this and all of our lives are over!”

Flint huffed and slammed the door as he left.

In the courtyard of the Quinn house.

In the room, Willow sat opposite Sean.

“Sean, I’m sorry…”

Willow looked at Sean and started apologizing.