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 blared outside

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

his forties. He had a fierce gaze and

“Everyone put your hands

fondue restaurant obediently knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands. It was because Dwayne was well-known in Dorodo. As head of the sheriff’s department, he was a

by the thugs and hooligans who populated the

armed with

lit up with hope at the sight of

complained with a long face, “Uncle Zimmerman, you finally came. I was beaten up so

hand on Alder, let alone tried to kill him. Alder was deliberately slandering Hezti so that Chief

has the balls

the expression on his face stiffened, and his eyes almost popped out of his