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.

things that had happened

hope, the greater

to

was only one percent chance of success,

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

end up in River City, interacting with people

his hand and

or power over others will be belittled and

think it‘s a blessing in

who‘s

again, his

did in River

promise was

had once told

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

so he would

The night deepened.

but it

City was

whether in terms of size or

development of this place was

It could rival them.

turned off their lights to rest, others got drunk at

and the

top room of River City‘s Soaring

was

a muscular man in his 30s. He rested his elbows on the desk

cut and was

not look like

eyes and the cold expression on his face were not

River City’s streets saw this person, they would

forces, Flint

under him, so one could not

this