The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

If one insisted on a description, the way they looked at Alder right now was like looking at trash.

Alder’s cheeks were red. He did not realize that Hezti had scared him into peeing his pants.

How embarrassing!

Alder even felt the urge to kill himself by bumping into the wall!

However, Alder finally found a way to save himself, he took his phone out of his pocket and shouted, “You’d better not lay a hand on me. My father is Dorodo’s biggest weapons dealer. My uncle is the chief sheriff at the sheriff’s department. I could summon the sheriff’s department to come over with one phone call!”

“Go ahead…” Hezti said nonchalantly.

“Okay, you asked for it!” Alder said through gritted teeth and quickly dialed the phone.

“Hello, Uncle Zimmerman? It’s Alder Wagner. Someone beat me up so badly. Hurry and save me…”

about ten minutes after the call,

into the fondue restaurant with arbalests in their hands, and their leader was Chief

was in his forties. He had a

and shouted, “Everyone put your hands

he said this, the onlookers in the fondue restaurant obediently knelt on the ground with their heads in their

the thugs

the fondue restaurant with so many deputies armed with arbalests and yelled. No

face instantly lit up with hope at

long face, “Uncle Zimmerman, you finally came. I was beaten up so badly. It’s a good thing you came… That’s him! That’s the b*stard! He

deliberately slandering Hezti so that Chief Sheriff Zimmerman would have a reason to take him to the sheriff’s

the

the expression on his face