“It's true that I, Sean Lennon, have been in a wheelchair, but do you think that I’ll sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life?”
Sean sneered, then slowly walked into the office.
“You! You! Get out of here!
“Security, throw him out! Break his leg and throw him out!”
After Quill reacted, he suddenly shouted angrily at the dozens of security guards.
He looked like a cat whose tail was stomped on.
“Yes! Young Master Zimmer.”
After the dozens of security guards heard him, they rushed toward Sean without saying a word.
They did not do anything to Sean before because they saw that Sean was dressed in extraordinary clothes. If Sean was really Jon’s friend, then they would be in trouble.
Now that Jon ordered them to beat Sean, they naturally would not hesitate.
Tap tap tap!
Messy footsteps sounded. The dozens of security guards, who were as ferocious as wolves and tigers, rushed toward to beat Sean together.
The female assistant was so frightened that she backed away and even closed her eyes.
She knew that Sean would definitely be knocked to the ground in an instant and then be beaten with blood.
“You asked for it.”
Sean’s expression remained unchanged. He sneered and waved his arm suddenly.
Thump! Smack!
“Arghhh!”
As Sean made his move, screams followed.
Bang! Bonk!
A security guard was punched so hard that his body flew straight up, slammed into the wall of the office, and made a dull sound.
By the time he fell from the wall, he was already unconscious.
Even when Sean was in a wheelchair, he could fight dozens of people by himself without breaking a sweat.
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