Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 1379

Thud!

It could be quite unpleasant to have a wad of money slapped in the face.

Ken taught Sean he could bully people and do whatever he wanted because he had money.

"Sean, do you have a death wish?"

Wes and the rest were about to fight back after coming to themselves.

"Shut up."

Sean pointed at Wes with a cold look in his eyes.

"You!"

Wes froze but grit his teeth and walked toward Sean.

However, Sean calmly turned his briefcase over.

Swoosh!

Pile after pile of cash, sealed with white strips, fell onto the table.

They were all sealed with white strips. It was ten thousand dollars a stack.

Sean had only withdrawn the money to settle the balance for the supplies.

Otherwise, he would not have carried so much cash with him.

Swoosh!

Wes and the rest stopped in their tracks as soon as they saw this.

The pile of money was even more of a deterrent than Sean's threat.

The two girls' eyes widened instantly.

The visual impact of cash and card balances was different.

You only had a few zeros behind the digit one when you put one million dollars in the bank.

You could spread the banknotes out. The net weight was more than ten kilograms.

Though the money Sean took out was less than a million dollars, the impact was still considerable.

After all, if he could casually take out hundreds of thousands of dollars, there was no way it was all he had.

Wes and the rest hesitated for a few seconds but stayed where they were.

Because they thought Sean's identity might not be simple.

Even if Sean could not fight Ken, they dared not mess with Sean casually.

Thud!

Sean picked up a stack of cash again and slammed it in Ken's face.

"Pick it up."

Sean looked at Ken and said indifferently.

"You're f*cking asking for trouble!

"You hit me with money and asked me to pick it up for you?"

Ken's face was slapped red as he felt angry.

"I'm rich and can do whatever I want. Do you even have qualifications to have an opinion?"

Sean said, and another pile of bills hit Ken in the face.

The wads of cash notes costing ten thousand dollars were about a centimeter thick and weighed 100 grams.

Having someone slam it in the face hurt more than getting slapped.

Ken's face was in such severe pain that his head was buzzing.

Within seconds, blood was flowing from the nostrils.

Seeing he could not depend on Wes and the rest, Ken could only fight Sean.

However, how could a guy like him beat Sean?

Sean stood still and slapped Ken several times, leaving him helpless.

His face was swollen, and blood gushed from his nostrils.

His expensive clothes were stained with blood, and it made a miserable sight.

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again..."

Ken finally understood the gap between him and Sean, and he quickly begged for mercy.

"I don't understand.

"Don't you want to stay alive?

"Why do you want trouble?"