Last time she left Sean alone with Bill Wallace and she had never stopped regretting that decision every time she thought of it.
This time, how could she still do the same when they had encountered danger?
“Let her go?”
The tattoo-sleeved man turned his head slowly and looked at Willow.
His breath was taken away when he glanced at Willow, and a perverted smile started appearing on his face.
“Tsk, taking care of a little b*stard for someone, and there’s a perfectly fine woman here!
“I want this woman! Hahaha!”
The tattoo-sleeved man raised his metal bar and pointed at Sean as he guffawed.
“You’re just a cripple. Do you even know how to enjoy such a stunning beauty like her?
“Say, should I trouble myself and help you out?”
The more the tattoo-sleeved man spoke, the more perverted his words became. Iciness began to appear from the depths of Sean’s eyes.
Insulting Willow?
That man had committed an unforgivable sin.
“If that’s so, no need to let her go then.”
Sean reached out and pulled Willow behind him.
“Sean, they have iron rods…”
Willow’s eye widened. Even though she had seen how strong Sean was, these men had weapons in their hands!
“I’ve survived on the battlefield for all these years with hundredfold, thousandfold of enemies, and I have not feared them, even once.
“What are these trash to me?”
Sean narrowed his eyes, his tone was filled with confidence.
“F*cking gloat!
“Finish him!”
The tattoo-sleeved man threw out an order and the ten or more men in black leaped towards Sean with metal bars in their hands.
All the metal bars were swung mercilessly towards Sean.
“Sean, Sean, what are we gonna do? What are we gonna do…”
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