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

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

forties. He had a fierce gaze

shouted, “Everyone put your hands on your head and kneel

soon as he said this, the onlookers in the fondue restaurant obediently knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands. It was

by the thugs

fondue restaurant with so many deputies armed with arbalests and yelled. No ordinary people dared

with hope at the sight

up so badly. It’s a good thing

a hand on Alder, let alone tried to kill him. Alder was deliberately slandering Hezti so that Chief Sheriff Zimmerman would have a reason to take

has the balls

once he saw Hezti, the expression on his face stiffened, and his eyes almost popped out