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.

had happened made him deeply understand one

greater the hope,

forward to it,

percent chance of

gaze as a self–deprecating smile appeared on his lips. Who would have thought that Sean, the commander of a million troops who

River City, interacting

in his hand and

advantages or power over others will

I think it‘s

met a woman who‘s worth giving my life to

murmured again, his

in River City was

was set

had once

and rivers will crumble. Without the mountains and rivers, you, Willow, will be my

it, so

The night deepened.

might be small, but it had everything it

City was the

or population,

of this place was

It could rival them.

nightlife began. Some people turned off their lights to rest, others got drunk

vivid, and the neon lights

the top room of River City‘s

was

high–end wooden desk was a muscular man in his 30s. He

cut and was dressed

look like anyone

expression on his face were not to

this person,

forces, Flint Howard

several hundred people under him, so one could

Howard, this is what