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The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 627
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Chapter 627

‘I think I must be dreaming. It must be!”

Many young men muttered and slowly sat down on the chair.

However, no sooner had they sat down to take a sip of wine to calm themselves down, they

heard the sound of another blow.

Then Flint rolled down the stairs again.

Thump!

He rolled until he hit the ground hard.

He almost passed out on the spot.

Swoosh!

Those who had sat down stood up again.

“Boss Flint!”

Mr. Herman also shouted as he widened his eyes.

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“I’ll chop up whoever dares to interfere and feed them to the dogs!”

Flint shuddered and roared through clenched teeth.

“Yes! Yes!”

Mr. Herman and the rest nodded their heads and stood there with fear.

“Get up here.”

Sean’s voice rang again.

Flint climbed the stairs without hesitation, dragging his body in severe pain.

Bang!

He came tumbling down again.

“Get up here.”

Bang!

He tumbled down again and again.

Sean seemed to be doing it on purpose.

He wanted to show Flint that he could get Flint to where he was but also trample over Flint.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang…

He fell to the ground over and over again.

Flint’s luxury staircase, built like one heading to an emperor’s throne, looked magnificent.

However, it was going to kill him today.

His blood splattered all over the stairs, and he fell from the top again and again.

His clothes were messy, and he was covered in blood.

He looked so terrifying.

No one dared to stop them. No one even dared to make a sound.

“I let you get to the top by using Charles‘ death as a stepping stone.

“I can also let someone else get to the top by using your death as a stepping stone.

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“Do you believe that?”

Sean looked at Flint and said darkly.

“Mr. Lennon, I believe you. I believe you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”

Flint’s face was swollen as his clothes were torn, and he kept apologizing.

Bang!

Sean kicked out again, and Flint’s body fell down the stairs again, landing on the ground hard.

This time, he passed out on the spot.

However, no one dared step forward to help.

Thud! Thud!

Footsteps rang slowly, and everyone’s eyes followed slowly to the top of the stairs.

Sean looked calm as he was dressed neatly, not even a hair out of place.

He slowly walked in front of everyone.

He seemed to have come out of a ring of light, dazzling and radiant.

He looked down proudly at the hundreds of people there.

For a moment, the dance floor fell deadly silent.