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…”

minutes after the call, sirens blared outside the

with arbalests in their hands, and their leader

He had a fierce gaze and a

shouted, “Everyone put your hands

the onlookers in the fondue restaurant obediently knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands.

by the thugs and hooligans who populated

restaurant with so many deputies armed with arbalests and

with hope

came. I was beaten up so badly. It’s a good thing you came… That’s him! That’s the b*stard!

slandering Hezti so that Chief Sheriff Zimmerman would have a reason to take him to the sheriff’s department for interrogation and possibly

has the balls

the expression on his face stiffened, and his eyes