The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 143

After that voice rang...

Thirty cars opened their doors.

Burly men in black after another stepped out of the cars.

They were all bulky, each carrying a five-foot steel pipe.

Aman in his 30s led the group. Holding an iron baseball bat, he seemed
stronger.

There were hundreds of them.

In the darkness, these burly men in black were intensely menacing. “Are you
sure Charles is in there?” The youth at the front looked toward Excel Casino and
patted a baseball bat in his hand. “Yes! Our men got word that Charles is here to
take care of someone today. “So he’s inside. It's confirmed.”

The person next to him immediately answered. “Haha, take care of someone?
“He just bullies ordinary people. “Let's take care of him today, and we'll have the
final say in River City’s underworld. “We'll be getting rid of a disaster for River
City.”

The youth with a baseball bat swung it twice and headed straight for Excel
Casino.

A hundred strong men followed him.

Their footsteps rang in unison while they looked menacing. Some people in the
underworld played by the rules and never crossed the line. People like Charles
committed all manners of crimes, and the things they did were disgusting. The
youths were here to confront Charles.

Thud! Thud!

Just then, the youth with a baseball bat suddenly stopped and looked ahead in
bewilderment. The people behind him also stood still. “What's the matter?”
Someone could not help exclaiming.

At this moment, they saw someone slowly walking out of Excel Casino... Not
walking, but moving slowly. A youth in a wheelchair slowly propelled his
wheelchair as it moved outside. He was a youth of twenty at most, looking
indifferent with cold eyes.

He moved steadily as if he was taking a walk after a meal. A regularly-dressed
cripple showing up at a casino? More importantly, the cripple was covered with
blood... “This...”

The youth with a baseball bat stood puzzled.

It was Sean, who had just taken out Charles and the others.

Sean's eyes slowly grew cold at the sight of the hundreds of people outside. “Are
you with Charles too?” Sean did not expect Charles’ backup to arrive so quickly.
All of a sudden, he brought in a hundred more? Hearing Sean's question, the
youth in front of him hesitated for a moment. “We need to talk to Charles. Who
are you?" The youth with a baseball bat asked as he frowned at Sean.

Sean nodded slightly. It seemed they were not Charles’ backup. “You don't have
to see him anymore.”

Sean shook his head slightly and turned his wheelchair to the side.

“What do you mean, bro?”

The youth with a baseball bat frowned slightly as he stopped Sean.

“He's dead.”

Sean was calm as he kept moving. The youth's eyes instantly widened when he
heard that. “Is that a joke?’ Charles Christian, a big shot in the River City
underworld, is dead?’

It was just impossible. Even though it was why they were here today. However,
they still could not believe it when they suddenly learned Charles was dead. “Are
you serious? “How did he die?” The youth quickly caught up with Sean after
waking up from his stupor. Sean had not planned to reply to him, but something
suddenly occurred to him, so he stopped his wheelchair and asked. “Are you his
enemies?”

“Yes! We have a vendetta against him.”

The youth with a baseball bat nodded and spoke without hesitation.

“Then you can take over his territory.” With that said, Sean gave the crowd a
meaningful look and slowly propelled his wheelchair away.

Several burly men behind the youth with a baseball bat immediately tried to stop
Sean from asking him more questions. However, the youth with a baseball bat
stopped him.

“Leave him alone.

“He's no ordinary man.” The youth with the baseball bat narrowed his eyes
slightly as he watched Sean leave.

“Come on, let's go in and see.”

Then the youth continued walking to Excel Casino with his men.

Ateam of a hundred men marched into the casino.

Their eyes instantly widened at the scene before them.

The casino was a mess.

The gambling tables were overturned, and chairs were scattered everywhere.
Dozens of Charles’ men lay on the ground. Others crouched in horror as if they
had just been through a nightmare.

They did not even notice hundreds more men had come in.

Charles himself was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open and his face
covered in blood, dead on the spot.

“Is he really f*cking dead?”

A hundred men, including the youth with a baseball bat, were dumbstruck.

A big shot like Charles was influential in River City’s underworld.

He generally was not active during recent times. However, his authority was
undeniable.