The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Sean could easily make 20 million with only 500 dollars.
It would be considered a huge sum of money for any ordinary person.
"No wonder you were willing to give that street peddler 10 thousand without bargaining," Willow remarked as she glared at Sean.
Sean shook his head with a smile before saying, "The street peddler was destined not to earn that 10 thousand after running into
you." Willow felt slightly embarrassed by Sean's words.
She was kind-hearted.
If she had known the real value of those two items in advance, she would not have hesitated to pay 10 thousand dollars.
She might even tell the street peddler the real value of those items.
After all, as the heiress of the Quinn family, Willow did not lack tens of millions of dollars.
Before Willow could speak again, Sean suddenly frowned and said solemnly, “Wait here for me.
Remember not to wander around." After saying that, he turned around and walked into the distance, leaving Willow curious.
However, she did not ask Sean anything.
Once Sean left, Willow looked with joy at the hairpin and the ring.
Just half an hour of shopping in Antiques Street had unexpectedly earned her 20 million for nothing.
Such a thing was joyous, even for Willow.
After all, no one would complain about having too much money.
"Boss! That guy went into a dead-end alley!" One of Bobby's henchmen exclaimed suddenly.
Bobby immediately turned his gaze in Sean's direction.
When he saw Sean entering the dead-end alley alone, Bobby immediately smiled sinisterly and muttered, "Since he delivered
himself right to US, we won't hold back." With that said, he led his two henchmen toward Sean.
Sean walked into a corner where three sides were blocked by walls, and there was only one exit.

Stepping into the dead end, he turned around and said flatly, "Come out.
What's with the sneaky behavior?" Once he said that, two figures dressed in black martial arts outfits suddenly appeared from
around the corner and entered the dead end.
Bobby and his two henchmen approaching the dead end were taken aback by the sudden appearance of the two men in black.
“Boss, could these two be the guy's helpers? Could he have noticed US? Those two guys look tough.
Should we forget about making this 3 thousand?" One of Bobby's henchmen said solemnly.
Bobby glanced sideways at him and replied coldly, "You're such a coward! They're just three people like US.
Why should we be afraid of them? Besides, we'll just play dead even if we can’t beat them.
None of them can leave if they don't give US 50 thousand each!" The eyes of Bobby's two henchmen flashed with excitement.
Hitting someone could result in having to pay compensation.
If they could defeat Sean and his men, they would have made 3 thousand from the street peddler earlier.
It would be even better if they failed.
They could lie down after getting beaten up and easily make tens of thousands.
With the temptation of money, the two henchmen forgot their previous worries and confidently strode toward the dead-end alley.
Meanwhile, Sean scrutinized the two men before him in the alley.
"Are you guys from Darkness or Sky Sect?" Sean asked indifferently, showing no signs of worry or fear.
It was as if he did not even consider the two men a threat.