Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 489

"What the f*ck!"

The scene made the driver and the girl in the car freeze.

Thump!

As the three teenagers fell to the ground, others were also dumbfounded.

"Oh, does he really know martial arts?

"I'll see how many men you can take. Go!"

The young man with a scorpion tattoo snorted coldly and yelled again.

The group of young men nodded and rushed toward Sean again.

The driver wanted to help but was scared to get up.

There were only Sean and him there. Even if the taxi was full of burly men, there was no way they could stand a chance against a group of 30 to 40 men.

Therefore, the driver could only look for an opportunity to call for help.

More than 20 young men dressed in black had gathered together and surrounded Sean.

These people often worked for others and were paid to eliminate other people's woes.

Therefore, no matter who they were dealing with, they were ruthless and would not hesitate.

Even though Sean was a cripple, they threw punches and kicks at him.

Swoosh!

Just then, Sean suddenly put his hands on the wheelchair and pushed his body out of the wheelchair.

With his arms as support, he suddenly swung around in a big circle on the wheelchair.

Bang bang bang!

Sean spun his body, and his left and right legs were like a rotating propeller.

No one expected Sean to do something like that. He caught the young men around him off guard.

Before they knew it, the sole of Sean's foot hit them hard in the face.

Thud! Thud!

The sound of kick after kick thudded. Sean must have kicked seven or eight people.

The others did not get kicked because they instinctively backed away and dodged a bullet.

However, their initial attack on Sean fell apart as they did so.

"Take hold of his legs while you can and pull him off!"

The young man with a scorpion tattoo shouted suddenly.

Hearing this, several burly men in black immediately came to themselves and reached out to grab Sean's ankles.

With Sean's reflexes, how were they going to get what they wanted?

"Boss, what do we do?"

A young man was stunned for a few seconds before looking at the young man with a scorpion tattoo and asking.

"What else is there to do?

"Get him! Grab our stuff and get him!"

The tattooed young man commanded, and the remaining 20 people turned and rushed to the cars, opened the trunks, and pulled out steel pipes.

The steel pipes were more than three feet long and shone brightly in the car lights.

The tattooed young man took a steel pipe, played with it a little, and walked right up to Sean.

"Little punk, I don't f*cking believe that all these people can't handle a cripple like you!

"Get him!"

This time, the tattooed young man himself led the team, and everyone rushed toward Sean together.

More than 20 steel pipes raised into the air as the crowd ran together. It was terrifying!

The driver was so scared that he subconsciously took several steps back.

Even the girl who was some distance away could not help widening her eyes, her heart in her throat.

Swoosh!

More than two dozen steel pipes swung around haphazardly as they fell hard.