Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 502

"Young Master Zimmer, I dare not lie to you!

"I would be looking for trouble if I tried to lie to you."

The tattooed young man waved his hands and shook his head as he explained.

Quill glared at the tattooed young man for a couple of seconds before snorting coldly and speaking.

"Hmph! I don't think you’d dare to lie to me either."

He was supremely confident that the tattooed young man dared not lie to him.

After all, these men were just his lapdogs.

"But is Sean the cripple that tough?

"More than 30 people couldn't even hold him. Why do I feel like you're shooting a movie?

"Can you f*cking learn that kind of martial arts in the army?"

Quill tapped on the table, puzzled.

"Young Master Zimmer, I don't know if you can learn martial arts.

"But I heard that any one of those soldiers can fight ten."

The tattooed young man fell silent for two seconds before whispering.

"But you must understand that he's only a cripple right now."

Quill reached out and tapped on the table as he said with a frown.

The tattooed young man was also taken aback instantly when he said that.

No matter what Sean used to do, he was only a cripple now!

With a crippled body, he alone could already knock down so many people.

If he was not disabled, how f*cking terrifying could he be?

"Fortunately, he will never recover.

"If not, I reckon he'll become a bit of a handful if he has the chance to get up on his feet."

Quill slowly lit a cigarette, took a sip of it, and muttered to himself with a frown.

"Young Master Zimmer, what do we do?

"How about having someone take care of him when he's alone?

"No matter how strong he is, he will run out of energy. If there's enough of us, we can get him by wearing him out."

The tattooed young man spoke gently, a gleam of malice in his eyes.

Quill thought about it for a moment and waved a hand in rejection.

"He will keep his guard up after today.

"So it won't be easy to deal with him again.

"And if there are too many of us, we will become more conspicuous, and they might trace it back to me."

After analyzing it, Quill temporarily gave up the idea.

His biggest goal was to send Sean a warning anyway.

Now, that goal had been achieved.

"So are we just going to have to swallow it, Young Master Zimmer?

"Are we letting the matter rest?"

The tattooed young man looked at Quill and asked gingerly.

"Haha..."

There was a sneer in Quill's eye.

"He's just a loser.

"I have countless ways to torture him easily.

"I won't touch him, but I can have someone else do it for me."

Quill reached out to touch his chin, a sneer on his face.

The tattooed young man was scared to ask further, merely nodding his head honestly.

...

The next day.

At 2 p.m.

Two more guests arrived at Old Madam Quinn's house.

One of them was none other than Quill.

Beside him stood a young man of about his own age.

The young man wore an expensive suit like Quill.

The watch on his wrist was worth at least six figures.

"Old Madam Quinn, let me introduce you.