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Shirley fumed.

Lisha was also slightly afraid but was instantly reassured after glancing at Sean,
who was next to her.

The two brawny men had already rushed up with steel pipes.

"It's too late for you to run!"

"We're only doing our jobs. Don't blame us, punk!"

As soon as the two brawny men said this, they swung the shiny steel pipes onto
Sean's forehead. However, a dark shadow flickered in front of Sean, and the two
brawny men flew backward together. They flew for several meters before landing
with a thump.

Before they had risen from the ground, bright red blood spilled from the corners
of the two brawny men's mouths.

"Doing your jobs? Who do you think you are?" Sean said bluntly.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

The gang of thugs fighting not far away stopped and looked over blankly.
Timaeus stopped and stepped back, looking in shock.

Shirley was shocked the most!

She was taunting Sean earlier, saying that he could not protect women. However,
she was proven otherwise in the blink of an eye. She could not help feeling
shocked and embarrassed.

"It turns out you're quite good..." Timaeus said joyfully, looking at Sean.

The yellow-haired leader snapped suddenly. "Forget the old-timer! Handle Sean
first!"

With that, all the hooligans rushed toward Sean.

Shirley quickly pulled Lisha back, and Timaeus walked forward.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Shirley asked with concern.

Who would have thought that the frail old man, who needed help to walk, could
fight a dozen armed youths for so long without getting hurt?

"Don't worry. I'm fine. It's just overexertion..." Timaeus said as he looked over at
Sean.

Sean was now surrounded by a dozen hooligans, and bright steel pipes aimed at
his face.

The yellow-haired leader even stabbed at Sean in the chest with a switchblade.
However, the blade glimmered like spider webs at that moment.

The next moment, all the steel pipes shattered and fell onto the ground. Even the
switchblade that the yellow- haired leader was holding had broken into three
pieces!

What sword technique is this?

Seeing the scene, Timaeus' eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. On the
other hand, Shirley was speechless with shock.

The gang of hooligans were also stunned as they froze. They could not step
forward or backward. No one dared to move even if half a minute had passed.
However, Sean maintained the posture of drawing his sword, and the Guardian
Sword was still in its sheath as if it had never been pulled out.

"Go on..." Sean smiled coldly.

Sean was no stranger to hooligans.

Such people liked to act tough-fiercer than wolves when facing the weak.
However, when facing a genuine master, they were scared to fight, and each
became as quiet as a sheep.

The yellow-haired leader gritted his teeth and bellowed, "Boys, let's do it
together! There's no way we can't kill them when there are so many of us!"

The yellow-haired leader took the lead by pouncing on Sean once he finished
speaking.

He swung his fist and slammed it into Sean's cheek like he was determined to
knock Sean's nose out of place.

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