The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 1955

Sean said nothing because he knew Zander was capable enough to take care of
them.

Zander stepped forward, pointed to the rubbish scattered on the ground and the
rubbish bin lying on the road, and said, 'Pick up the rubbish bin and put all the
rubbish back in it. Inmediately!"

The youngsters in front of them froze.

Then they held their stomach and laughed, their snot and tears of laughter about
to flow out.

The blonde leader said while laughing, "What the hell is he doing... Is something
wrong with him... It's killing me..."

The other youngsters looked at Zander with disdain and ridicule as if they were
looking at a psychopath.

"On the count of three, don't blame me for not going easy on you if you haven't
picked up the rubbish bin and rubbish."

Zander said coldly and raised his right hand and right index finger.

"One!"

The blonde leader looked at Zander with a sneer and stood still.

"Two!"

Zander counted again and raised his middle finger.

However, the blonde leader still did not care, and a youngster behind him
deliberately kicked the rubbish bin, which had fallen to the ground, making it roll
into the distance.

"Three!"

With that said, Zander threw a punch at the blonde leader who was closest to
him.

The blonde leader playfully raised his arms to his chest to block the blow.

You could tell the blonde leader knew martial arts and was quite good at it.

If it was a punch from ordinary people, he could defend himself. Then it was time
for him to strike back.

However, when Zander's punch hit both of his arms, his expression changed
instantly.

Bang!

Crack!

Two different noises rang one after another. The blonde leader flew backward.
His arms lay weakly on the ground, unable to move.

His arms were broken!

"Carlo!"

"F*ck, how dare you hit us?"

"Do you know who we are? We're from White Group!"

The youngsters roared and pounced at Zander.

However, Zander thought they were so slow that they were almost moving like
snails.

Bang!

With another blow, a youngster immediately flew backward and could not move.
Seven or eight youngsters soon lay on the ground while the rest backed away,
distancing themselves from Zander.

Zander looked coldly at the youngsters, pointed to the rubbish bin, and said, "I'll
say this one last time. Pick up the rubbish bin and fill it with the rubbish on the
ground. I'll count to three. If you haven't done something by the time I've counted
three, forget about leaving here today!"

With that said, Zander was ready to count.

However, before he could count, the youngsters in front of him hurriedly picked
up the rubbish bin and all the rubbish and put them into the rubbish bin.

"You wouldn't have been beaten up if you'd done that earlier. You're just itching
fortrouble after all!"

Zander said bluntly.

Zander was never mean, but he never went easy on hooligans like them.

"Yes, yes, yes. We itch for trouble. We ask for trouble."