The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 686

The young man was none other than Sean.

Sean’s eyes narrowed slightly and moved subconsciously, landing on Jason’s shoulders, chest, and soles of his feet momentarily.

Jason, who was utterly anxious, subconsciously stepped aside and let Sean go first

Sean withdrew his gaze, calmly stepped out, and nodded.

Jason immediately led his crew into the elevator and pressed the floor number

However, Jason turned around to look at Sean after entering the elevator.

Sean had a steady gait, and he could feel a pair of eyes watching him from behind him.

However, he never turned around.

“He had removed his epaulet and badge number

“But he did not change out of his custom made army boots!”

Sean mumbled to himself as he walked.

He did not know who the person was, but they both felt a sense of familiarity with each other.

It was the kind of aura that could only be forged through battle.

He was at least a lieutenant in the army.

The elevator.

“Whew!”

Jason let out a breath as the elevator doors closed slowly.

He took out a paper towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“What’s wrong, Sir?”

man next to Jason

“I’m alright.”

How could he tell his subordinates what was on

Sean not out

more like

not want to admit it, but he had to admit that the young man’s aura intimidated

meeting the king of beasts,

idea where the feeling came from, but that moment was so

It puzzled him.

a garrison sergeant and had participated in numerous

believe someone could

was only a young man in his 20s, and that

“River City’s really something!”

deep breaths to adjust his mood before stepping

The ward.

Madam Yeast a

the more shocked they

this is

he do to get the hydrocephalus

doctor could not stop exclaiming in

She only knew that Old Madam Yeast was now much

“Excellent. Excellent!”

full of excitement, and her

“Talia, how’s Mom?”

Jason pushed the door open and entered. The people he

“Brother, you’re back!

back. I was scared

in her thirties, she still behaved like a little

“I’m sorry.

leave my post

with a guilty

know you have important tasks. Mom