"Sean, I'm warning you. Don't ask for trouble!"

Quill took a step forward and glared at Sean as he shouted through clenched teeth.

"So what if I'm asking for trouble?"

Sean slowly withdrew his hand and looked at Quill calmly.

"I don't want to waste my time talking to you.

"I want to see Aunt Fion. You'd better get out of my way.

"Otherwise, don't blame me for not giving Willow face and doing things to you."

Quill patted his sleeve and glared daggers at Sean.

"Willow doesn't need you to give her face.

"Feel free to come at me anytime.

"If you want to hit me, just do it. Are you even considered a man if you drag your feet on this?"

Sean was sitting in his wheelchair as he blocked the door, his voice full of disdain.

"You! You!"

Quill was so angry that he wanted to slap Sean off the ground.

However, he knew that Sean was an unusually strong fighter even though he was crippled.

Someone like Quill could not even take a punch from Sean.

"Alright, Sean. Since we ran into each