Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 541

Under the lights, hundreds of bald thugs marched forward in unison.

Their black trench coats flapped in the wind, making them look grim.

The surrounding crowd of onlookers subconsciously stepped back.

No one dared to stop these people.

"Haha, are you gonna attack?"

A strong man in front of the crowd of men in black trench coats sneered before opening his coat to take out a gleaming steel pipe from around his waist.

Swoosh!

Swoosh! Swoosh!

When the strong man took out the steel pipe, those behind him followed suit.

Hundreds of fierce-looking strong men in black made a terrifying sight for others with the weapons in their hands.

The crowd outside winced and stepped back silently again.

Shane and Jay widened their eyes and looked on in shock.

Whose men were these?

They did not bring them here!

It was just Sean. They thought more than 30 delinquents could take Sean down easily, so they would not bring that many people here.

Then what were these people doing here?

The crowd in the hotel lobby on the first floor was also slightly confused.

It looked like a scene from a movie, making them find it unrealistic.

"Grandma, these people aren't here to help Sean, are they?"

Simon's Adam's apple rolled twice before whispering.

"I'm not sure."

Old Madam Quinn replied with a slight frown.

Simon's Adam's apple rolled again as he gulped.

He could not help thinking if Sean did call these people here...

Sean must be someone with a terrifying identity!

He even talked about finding someone to frighten Sean n thus kick him out of the Quinn family.

However, Simon's idea was laughable if Sean was capable of that.

"Simon, will you cut it out?"

"Sean, do you know these people?"

"How could a cripple know these people?"

Faye snorted coldly. She could not believe for the life of her that Sean could get a hundred people to back him up.

"But... but..."

Simon scratched his head but still could not tell why.

With everyone watching, the 100 men in black trench coats surrounded Sean with weapons in their hands.

The young men who were going to attack Sean paled and trembled uncontrollably.

How could idle low-level delinquents like them compare with people from the underworld?