The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 303


    Chapter 303 “Actually, life like this... it‘s pretty nice...” Willow stood up slowly, joy shed in her eyes.


    She was really... easily contented.


    Currently, her ideal life included Sean not being ridiculed by the rest of the Quinns, so she could nurse


    Sean guiltlessly until he was fully recovered. To her, that was enough. Sean smiled as well. He was just


    about to speak before he closed his mouth once more. Quickly, he cocked his head slightly as he


    surveyed his surroundings. “Willow, you go home first. “I wanna be here by myself for a while.”


    Suddenly, Sean looked at Willow and spoke out of the blue. “Mmm? Why though? Let‘s go back


    together.” Willow was taken aback as she reached out and started pushing the wheelchair. “Be good,


    listen to me, go home first.


    “I‘ll be back in a while.”


    Sean looked at Willow with a calm and serene smile.


    “No. The skies are dark now.”


    Willow shook her head and continued, “If you still wanna stay out, I‘ll just push you, then.


    “When you wanna go back, we‘ll go back together.” Willow was about to turn around as she pushed


    Sean‘s wheelchair.


    “Go home?


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    “Don‘t even think about it, you two!” Suddenly, a man‘s snicker rang from behind them. Sean narrowed


    his eyes, coldness shed deep within his eyes. He knew something was wrong before this, that was


    why he wanted Willow to go home first.


    From the looks of it, even if Willow wanted to leave now, she could not.


    A tter of footsteps approached them and soon after, many men in ck had appeared around Sean


    and Willow.


    There were about ten to twenty of them. In their hands were gleaming metal bars. All of them looked


    ferocious and gnarly like robbers in their act.


    Their leader was a man who was in his thirties and wore a ck singlet. His arms that were exposed


    and uncovered were decorated with tattoos,


    With one look, it was a sure fact that these people were no saints.


    “You...”


    Willow‘s heart rate begin to rise as the ten or more men began to close up on them slowly. “Sean


    Lennon, you‘re finally out and about. “We‘ve been waiting for you for a few days now!” The tattoo–


    sleeved man began to hit his metal bar into his hands lightly.


    Willow was stunned, then she turned to look at Sean.


    These people are here for Sean? Something must have happened. Or else, why would theye


    looking for Sean without any usible reason at all? Was Sean really involved with the underworld,


    and these were his enemiesing for him?


    At that moment, Willow was extremely anxious.


    In her mind, she was once again reminded about her rtive, the one that was stabbed to death in his


    own house.


    “I don‘t know you.”


    Sean was calm as he spoke. “Hah, it‘s okay if you don‘t know us.


    “Most importantly, we know you, and that‘s all the matters.”


    The tattoo–sleeved man scoffed. “I was paid to solve problems.


    “Someone has paid us to teach you a lesson. Say, are you gonna be good so we can teach you a


    lesson, or... Are you gonna be good and let us teach you a lesson?” Disdain filled the tattoo–sleeved


    man‘s eyes. He really was not interested in beating such a cripple.


    “Let her go, and we‘ll talk.”


    Sean looked at the tattoo–sleeved man and nced at Willow.


    Willow bit her lip. She did not want to leave.