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…”

the call, sirens

dozen deputies rushed into the fondue restaurant with arbalests

had a fierce gaze and a serious

“Everyone put your hands on your head and

onlookers in the fondue restaurant obediently knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands. It was because Dwayne was well-known

was particularly feared most by the thugs and hooligans who populated

deputies armed with arbalests and yelled. No ordinary people

lit up with hope at the sight of

a 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 beat me up and threatened to kill

to kill him. Alder was deliberately slandering Hezti so that Chief Sheriff Zimmerman would have a reason to take

the balls

saw Hezti, the expression on his face stiffened, and his eyes