Chapter 303
Summon Of The Sword
Chapter 303 âActually, life like this... itâs pretty nice...â Willow stood up slowly, joy flashed in her eyes.
She was really... easily contented.
Currently, her ideal life included Sean not being ridiculed by the rest of the Quinns, so she could nurse Sean guiltlessly until he was fully recovered. To her, that was enough. Sean smiled as well. He was just about to speak before he closed his mouth once more. Quickly, he cocked his head slightly as he surveyed his surroundings. âWillow, you go home first. âI wanna be here by myself for a while.â
Suddenly, Sean looked at Willow and spoke out of the blue. âMmm? Why though? Letâs go back together.â Willow was taken aback as she reached out and started pushing the wheelchair. âBe good, listen to me, go home first.
âIâll be back in a while.â
Sean looked at Willow with a calm and serene smile.
âNo. The skies are dark now.â
Willow shook her head and continued, âIf you still wanna stay out, Iâll just push you, then.
âWhen you wanna go back, weâll go back together.â Willow was about to turn around as she pushed Seanâs wheelchair.
âGo home?
âDonât even think about it, you two!â Suddenly, a manâs snicker rang from behind them. Sean narrowed his eyes, coldness flashed deep within his eyes. He knew something was wrong before this, that was why he wanted Willow to go home first.
From the looks of it, even if Willow wanted to leave now, she could not.
A clatter of footsteps approached them and soon after, many men in black had appeared around Sean and Willow.
There were about ten to twenty of them. In their hands were gleaming metal bars. All of them looked ferocious and gnarly like robbers in their act.
Their leader was a man who was in his thirties and wore a black singlet. His arms that were exposed and uncovered were decorated with tattoos, With one look, it was a sure fact that these people were no saints.
âYou...â
Willowâs heart rate begin to rise as the ten or more men began to close up on them slowly. âSean Lennon, youâre finally out and about. âWeâve been waiting for you for a few days now!â The tattooâ
sleeved man began to hit his metal bar into his hands lightly.
Willow was stunned, then she turned to look at Sean.
These people are here for Sean? Something must have happened. Or else, why would they come looking for Sean without any plausible reason at all? Was Sean really involved with the underworld, and these were his enemies coming for him?
At that moment, Willow was extremely anxious.
In her mind, she was once again reminded about her relative, the one that was stabbed to death in his own house.
âI donât know you.â
Sean was calm as he spoke. âHah, itâs okay if you donât know us.
âMost importantly, we know you, and thatâs all the matters.â
The tattooâsleeved man scoffed. âI was paid to solve problems.
âSomeone has paid us to teach you a lesson. Say, are you gonna be good so we can teach you a lesson, or... Are you gonna be good and let us teach you a lesson?â Disdain filled the tattooâsleeved manâs eyes. He really was not interested in beating such a cripple.
âLet her go, and weâll talk.â
Sean looked at the tattooâsleeved man and glanced at Willow.
Willow bit her lip. She did not want to leave.