Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 624

"Mr. Lennon, I didn't. I..."

Before Flint could finish his sentence, Sean slammed his head on the table.

"What bothers me most is what I've already confirmed.

"Yet you're still trying to get smart and making excuses in front of me."

Sean suddenly grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it down with cold harsh eyes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Being smashed into things three times in a row, Flint's head got injured, and it started bleeding.

However, Boss Flint, who ruled River City's underworld, dared not move or even struggle.

He endured it quietly.

Kindness could not lead an army, and righteousness could not hold wealth.

However, that did not mean Sean was soft-hearted.

If he was not ruthless, how could he intimidate millions of troops?

"Mr. Lennon, my brothers are here. Save me some face..."

Flint clenched his teeth and swallowed the pain as he said to Sean.

"Face?

"Face isn't given. It's earned. How dare you talk about it in front of me?

"Also, giving face is something people of the same generation do with each other.

"Flint, are you the same generation as me?"

Sean whispered, his face cold.

Swoosh!

Flint instantly paled and froze.

He... he dared not say he and Sean were of the same generation.

If Flint dared to be buddies with others, he would only be a lackey in front of Sean.

He would always only be a slave.

How dare a slave ask for face from his master?

"I see you've figured it out."

Sean slowly withdrew his gaze and picked up the ashtray again to start smashing.

Bang! Bang!

The ashtray slammed and slammed, Flint's head got injured, and blood poured out.

"Boss!"

Some of the strong men at the door could not resist and rushed straight into the office.

Their target was Sean.

Flint did nothing to stop them.

With a sneer on the corners of his mouth, Sean grabbed Flint's hair in one hand and turned around abruptly to meet the men in black.

Swoosh!