The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 166 Bang! Sean slammed his palm on the armrest of the wheelchair.

Even with his calı demeanor, he was extremely excited.

After all, this was a matter of whether he could stand up or not. It was a matter of how he should proceed in the future!

“Are you sure this time?” Sean took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions. During this period, Homer had shown Sean several herbs similar to Lilac Heart Weed.

However, none of them were the correct ones.

“Mr. Lennon, the weed this time is exactly as you described it.

“Furthermore, it‘s a specialty product of the northwest.”

Homer nodded his head and said with absolute certainty.

“Send it to me first.”

Sean paused for two seconds to calm down. “Alright!”

Homer immediately sent Sean a picture.

Sean opened it and slapped his thigh again. This was the herb! Medicinal ingredients that specifically targeted the nerves were extremely rare. If it was added to the few herbs that Sean had concocted, the effects of it would be the greatest. “That‘s it! Where is it now?” Sean grew increasingly excited. “Mr. Lennon, the herb isn‘t with me.

“But I‘ve already booked it. If you have time tomorrow, we can go and get it together.”

Homer also wanted to use this opportunity to get closer to Sean.

“Okay, I‘ll contact you tomorrow.”

Sean nodded and hung up slowly. After a long silence, Sean slowly raised his head to look out the window.

His excitement slowly calmed down,

He was only in his 20s.

However, his mental state was no longer that of a young man.

Although Sean was young, he had experienced a lot over the years.

the things that had happened made him deeply understand one

greater the hope, the greater

even though he was looking forward to it,

one percent chance of success, he

lips. Who would have thought that Sean, the commander of a million troops who would be able to

would end up in River City,

silver needle in his hand and could cure all the illnesses in the

who lose their advantages or power over others will be belittled and

it‘s a blessing

a woman who‘s worth giving

murmured again, his eyes

did in River City

was

once

on, the mountains and rivers will crumble. Without the mountains and

it, so he would

The night deepened.

small, but it had everything it

City was

River City, whether in terms of size or population, could not compare to those

this place was not necessarily

It could rival them.

arrival of night, nightlife began. Some people turned off their lights to rest, others got drunk at bars, and

was vivid, and the neon lights shone

top room of River

room was

high–end wooden desk was a muscular man in his 30s. He rested his elbows on the

cut and was dressed rather

did not look

expression on his face

this person, they would

forces, Flint Howard was

under him,

this is