Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 1834

Two flashlights provided some light in the abandoned building.

On the floor covered in rubble, the three young men got some straw from somewhere and spread it on the floor. Then they pressed Yvonne on the straw to harass her.

Yvonne kept struggling. Coupled with the conservative clothes she was wearing, the three young men could not pull her clothes off.

"Don't move! Don't move! F*ck. Do you not understand English?"

The blonde-haired leader slapped Yvonne, and half of Yvonne's face immediately reddened and swollen. There was also a cut at the corner of her mouth, where bright red blood bled.

The slap was so hard that Yvonne was dumbfounded. Then she stopped moving and only wept.

The three young men seized the opportunity to pull off Yvonne's clothes. Her top was almost torn.

"Stop it... I do know the city defense army's commander-in-chief... If you hurt me... You'll be dead meat..."

Yvonne said as she cried.

The three young men laughed so hard that they doubled up.

"The city defense army's commander-in-chief? We know him too! Do you think you're the only one who knows him? So what if you know him? He doesn't know you!"

"Is the city defense army's commander-in-chief a nobody like you can know? And you think he'll help you? Don't you find it funny?"

The three young men's remarks made Yvonne even sadder.

Yvonne recalled Sean's cold words when he rejected her again. Therefore, not only did her body hurt, but her heart also hurt, and she cried louder.

"This girl keeps crying. How annoying!"

The blonde-haired leader said irritatedly.

Then another young man pulled a rag out of nowhere, rolled it up, and shoved it in Yvonne's mouth.

"She can't scream now!"

"Hahaha! That's a good idea!"

The blonde-haired leader laughed a few times and prepared to take off his belt and trousers.

Just then, a cold voice rang suddenly. "Don't you dare touch her again."

The three young men were so frightened that they turned their heads around together to look in the direction of the sound.

Sean and Zander had arrived at some point and were standing five meters away.

Yvonne's face lit up with surprise at the sight of Sean and Zander.

The three young men gradually came to their senses.

Seeing that there were only Sean and Zander, yet there were three of them, the three instantly got excited and emboldened.

"There are only two of you, yet you dare to behave rudely to us? Do you know who we are?"

The blonde-haired leader sneered repeatedly.

"Who are you?"

Sean asked indifferently.

The blonde-haired leader patted his chest and proudly introduced himself. "My name is Luca Holt. And my brother is Maverick Cooper! Brother Maverick has more than 100 men who are all good fighters! If you ruin this and mess with us, Brother Maverick won't go easy on you!"

Another young man stepped forward and reached for a switchblade from around his waist. He pressed the button, and a blade about ten centimeters long popped out with a snap.

"Brother Luca, what's there to say to these two idiots? Just kill them!"

"Kill them and throw them somewhere. Plenty of people die in the slum anyway."

'Can't they see there are three of us and only two of them?

'In that case, I won't go easy on you!'

Luca waved his hand and snapped, "Go! Kill them!"

All three young men rushed toward Zander and were soon in front of him.

Luca stabbed at Zander's chest with the switchblade in his hand—The human chest was the largest target and one of the most important parts of the human body. It was easier to stab because it was large. Because many organs gathered there, it would hit a vital part if you were unluckily stabbed there.

Thus, this alone showed that the young man nicknamed Luca was indeed a good fighter.

However, these three guys were too weak for Zander.

They were not weak by a little but weaker than babies.

Zander was not even interested in fighting them. He only broke Luca's switchblade with one random slap and smashed Luca's hand, which was still holding the handle!

There was a crackling sound.

Luca's hand holding the handle did not appear to have changed from the outside, but the bone in his entire hand had cracked. It was not a comminuted fracture, but it was not far off!

"My hand... My hand..."

Luca covered his hand and knelt on the ground. Then his hand became swollen as fast as the naked eye could see. It looked like a bloated cadaver.

The other two young men were so scared that their faces changed.

Oh, no. They had hit a snag.

This seemingly ordinary man knew martial arts!