Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 352

Mr. Matthews had received benefits from Quill Zimmer, so he was willing to reveal some things to him.

However, there were things that he did not dare to mention, not even a peep.

“Why are the Quinns untouchable?”

Quill was confused. The Quinn family were an empty shell of its past now. Unless, they had backgrounds that Quill did not know about?

“Young Master Zimmer, I’ll just give you some advice since we have gotten to know each other.

“If you don’t want the Zimmer family to get into trouble, please don’t touch the Quinn family.

“If you refuse to listen to me, just take it as I’ve said nothing. However, from today onwards, don’t go telling people that you know me.”

After Sam finished talking, he hung up quickly.

Quill was left flabbergasted in his car.

Was Sam telling the truth?

Why could he not touch the Quinns?

Quill had no idea that the Quinns had such formidable background.

How would they get the Zimmer family in trouble?

“Pffft, what nonsense!

“If I believe you, I’m a fool!

“Mere idiots of the Quinn family, how could they cause trouble to us, the Zimmers?

“What a ridiculous joke!”

Quill huffed coldly, stomped on the accelerator, and zoomed away, completely ignoring Sam’s words.

…

On the other side.

At the Soaring Wyvern Nightclub.

Sam placed his phone down, held his breath, and walked carefully before Flint Howard.

“Done with your phone call?”

Flint sat in his office, his tone was calm.

“Y-yes, Boss Flint…”

Sam’s body was hunched up in a curl as he tucked his tail in as much as he could, looking as small and careful as he could.

“Kneel down if you’re done!

“F*ck!”

Flint shot up from his seat abruptly, reached for the ashtray on his table, and smashed it hard, right on Sam’s head.

“Boom!”

Sam did not dare to flinch as he endured the blow.

“Plop!”

Sam fell down sprawled on the floor, blood trickling down from his head.

However, Sam did not dare utter a single word as he struggled to kneel once again.

People of the underworld had their ways of doing things and were subjected to the laws of the underworld.

If one could survive in the underworld, how could they not be violent?

For Flint to be where he was, for him to be able to control hundreds of subordinates that did not dare to go against him, he had to be extremely menacing.

This blow on Sam was nothing.

“You blind idiot!

“Kneel here properly until Mr. Lennon comes and allows you to stand up!”

After smashing the ashtray on the ground, Flint picked up his phone and gave Sean a call.

“Cough. Hello, Mr. Lennon, i-it’s Flint…”

Flint was very polite before Sean.

“This is the second time now, right?”

On the other end of the phone call, Sean asked softly.

“... Yes, yes… Mr. Lennon, please listen to my explanation…”