Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 1272

"And you must do whatever he says.

"Even if he asked you to work for the government, you have to go!"

Ray looked at the crowd, his tone serious.

"Nonsense!"

"It's not up to you!"

"No matter who comes, whatever they say won't work."

"That's right, Ray. We can be brothers. But if we can't, we don't mind either!"

"Again, we have no interest in meeting your so-called big shot. He has no control over us!"

After the crowd finished, a few grumpy ones were about to get up and leave.

"Even if I come?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the door.

"Haha, f*ck you."

"It doesn't f*cking matter who comes."

The crowd replied bluntly without even turning their heads.

"Shall I leave then?"

The voice rang again behind the crowd.

"I beg you to leave without stopping."

One of the young men replied with a cold snort.

As soon as he spoke, a young man with short hair reached out and pulled his arm.

"It... It... It's Co... Co..."

The young man with short hair widened his eyes as he looked at the door, stammering.

"What the f*ck is wrong with you?"

The young man frowned before looking toward the door.

At first glance, the young man was a little dumbfounded.

Then he raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the door again.

"F*ck!"

After a few seconds, the young man sprang straight from the chair like a spring.

The others also subconsciously turned their heads to look at the door at the sight of his behavior.

A young man was standing indifferently at the doorway with his hands behind his back.

The young man stood quietly in the doorway with a faint smile.

Who else could it be but Sean?

No matter how much time had passed, a person's appearance might change.

However, his temperament was unique and easy to recognize.

Besides, Sean had only been separated from these guys for two years.

How could they not recognize Sean?

Except for Ray, the 18 people in the room widened their eyes like they had seen a ghost.

Ray had a smile on his face. He understood what his comrades must be feeling right now. It must be like how he felt back then.

For a moment, there was dead silence in the private room.

There was not a sound. The 17 young men even forgot to breathe.

You thought someone who meant so much to you was already gone.

However, suddenly he appeared in front of you again one day. How would you feel?

"Commander Lennon?"

Finally, a young man shouted with uncertainty as he was the first to react.

The others gradually came to their senses.

"Stephen, pinch me!

"Tell me this isn't a dream!"

The young man with short hair was unsteady on his feet, staring at Sean. His hands unconsciously grasped frantically.

Slap!