Sean huffed coldly as he sat up in his wheelchair.
Right after that, he held the metal bar in one hand and swung from the bottom upwards.
“Boom!”
“Crack!”
The metal bar had smashed into a man’s chin in an upwards motion.
Such strong force behind the swing had caused this man to fly backward, then he fell heavily onto the ground.
His chin was immediately shattered.
Before the others could react to it, the metal bar in Sean’s hand swung in a top-down motion.
“Plop!”
Once again, the metal bar fell right on another man’s temples.
The man that was hit had his eyes rolled back and his mind went blank as he sprawled on the ground.
It felt like a long time, but in reality, all these happened in a split second.
It was merely half a minute since the battle had begun.
Sean had already finished three men off easily.
“He’s trained!”
The rest of the men were dumbfounded.
Willow, on the other hand, was crouched on the floor as she looked terrified at Sean.
She could not imagine that Sean, who could not even stand could have such a great combat power.
If he could stand up, would it be even easier for him to finish these men off?
Even though that day, at Bill Wallace’s place, Sean had also taken care of a few men easily, those men were barehanded.
Today, these men had weapons in their hands!
Sean had also defended against their attacks with ease?
The atmosphere became eerily silent.
These burly men were all looking at Sean with anxiety and doubt on their faces.
Sean, on the contrary, did not even spare them a glance. Instead, he was looking tenderly at Willow.
“Don’t worry, I said I’ll protect you.
“So, I will.”
Sean looked at Willow and smiled.
It was like everything that had been happening meant nothing to him.
“I… Okay, okay…”
Willow had a rigid look in her eyes as she was at a loss for words. All she could do was nod mechanically in response.
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