Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 623

He dared to cause trouble at Flint's headquarters. Unless Sean was the son of the head of River City, he would never see the light of day.

Sean walked up the top steps before turning around and slowly disappearing from view.

All the people down there waited for Sean to be thrown out with his legs broken.

...

The second floor of the club.

Sean turned and stepped into the hallway. After a glance, he headed straight to the deepest room in the hallway.

At least a hundred strong men in black were on either side of the corridor.

The strong men in black were even more imposing than the young men behind Mr. Herman.

Everyone was at least 30 years old. They helped Flint build his career with him.

Hundreds of people on either side stared at Sean without saying anything.

Sean did not even glance at them. He was domineering as he walked among the crowd.

He even vaguely reversed the flow of pressure from the one hundred people that had gathered back to them.

When Sean reached the deepest part of the hallway, the strong men in black remained motionless, none of them daring to speak.

Bang!

Sean glanced at the closed door in front of him and kicked it open.

Flint was indeed in the office.

It was just that he was standing near the windowsill with his hands clinging to it, and he had just raised his right leg.

It was as if he was trying to get out through the window.

Flint turned around to meet Sean's eyes when he heard the door being kicked open.

His face was ghastly pale.

The sarcasm in Sean's eyes got thicker.

He was indeed right about Flint!

"Boss Flint, are you practicing yoga?"

Sean walked slowly forward with a playful look in his eyes.

"Ahem, Mr. Lennon? When did you come, Mr. Lennon?"

Flint quickly left the windowsill and stepped toward Sean.