Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 621

He was not used to wearing the outfit.

"What do you mean?"

Mr. Herman asked Sean with a slight frown.

Swoosh!

Sean dropped the coat on the ground and unbuttoned a button at his collar.

"It means...

"Who are you to boss me around?"

With that said, Sean suddenly reached out and slapped his face.

Smack!

There was a loud slap, and Mr. Herman's body spun as he flew aside.

Whoosh!

Hank, Demi, and the others spread out.

No one expected Sean to be aggressive right away.

No one expected Sean to be bold enough to strike Mr. Herman.

'Oh no!

'This young man who calls himself Sean Lennon is doomed!'

The thought bubbled up in everyone's mind.

With Mr. Herman's identity, when had he ever been struck like that?

It was a capital crime for Sean to strike him!

There was no way he was walking out of here in one piece today.

Sure enough, after Mr. Herman was struck away, the lackeys he brought over rushed at Sean without even waiting for Mr. Herman's orders.

With the dozens of external security guards, a total of more than 30 people immediately surrounded Sean.

Without saying anything, they raised their fists and started attacking.

He was surrounded by nearly 100 people at some point.

Most of the guests in the club gathered around to watch when they heard the commotion.

"Whoa! Who's this blind bat to start a scene at Boss Flint's place?"

"He's dead meat! He's going to die today!"

Everyone spoke about Sean.

Demi and Hank were a little silent at this point.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a sneer in his eyes, Sean quickly twisted his body and hit three young men in their faces with a full swing of his right fist.

Then the three young men were knocked off the ground and flew sideways toward one side.

When one landed, he spat out two molar teeth. Another’s mouth was covered with blood, and the third’s head was groggy.

Sean's punch made them feel like they had been hit in the head by a car.

They all had a splitting headache and could not get their strength up, losing their fighting power on the spot.

"I'll be damned! He's a martial artist!"

"No wonder he's so arrogant. He's capable."

"Haha, two fists are no match for four hands. Let's see how he dies."

The crowd sneered again after the initial shock.

Even if Sean was a good fighter, there were 30 to 40 people there.

Could he still defeat them all?