The tattooed young man gritted his teeth slightly. He had fought a lot of battles but this was the first time he had experienced this sort of defeat.
Over 30 men were unable to beat a disabled person. If you said such a thing to other people, you would be laughed at.
“Come and try if you think I’m bragging.
“Come on, I'm barehanded.”
Sean slowly raised the steel pipe in his hand then released his palm and the steel pipe fell directly to the ground.
Clang!
The steel pipe fell to the ground, clattering loudly.
“Come on.”
Sean, with his bare hands, slowly beckoned the tattooed young man to come.
“You!”
The tattooed young man clenched his teeth and was about to step forward.
After just two steps, he stopped suddenly.
He remembered that Sean was also barehanded just now but he could easily steal his weapon.
They had only a few people left. If he went forward now and Sean managed to grab the weapon again, would they not have to be defeated completely and shamefully.
Therefore, the tattooed young man gritted his teeth slightly and did not want to be fooled by Sean.
“The chance has already been given to you.”
Sean slowly turned the wheelchair, prepared to turn toward the car to leave.
The tattooed young man and others gritted their teeth and refused to accept it but no one dared to speak.
“Oh, right.”
Just when Sean was about to approach the vehicle, he slowly stopped the wheelchair.
“Help me inform him that I ordered a clock for the Zimmer family.
“I'll send it to them later.”
Sean said to the tattooed young man meaningfully.
The tattooed young man moved his mouth slightly but he did not say a word at all.
“Brother, what are you still waiting for?”
Sean turned his head and glanced at the driver. The driver then reacted and hurriedly stumbled towards the vehicle.
“Uhm… I, I'll help you ...”
The driver was in front of Sean at this time and he did not even dare to call Sean ‘brother’.
He had been a taxi driver for many years, ferried countless customers, and seen all sorts of people.
At this time, there was a feeling in his heart that Sean’s identity was definitely not simple.
Therefore, how dare he called Sean ‘brother’?
“Thanks.”
Sean grabbed the car door and prepared to get in.
Crack!
At this moment, the girl who was sitting in the front passenger seat also got out of the car with her head down and came forward to help with a blushing face.
Her face was full of embarrassment and guilt.
“Just now, I'm sorry...”
The girl held Sean’s arm, silent for two seconds, and whispered.
“It’s okay.”
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