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…”

ten minutes after the call, sirens blared

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

forties. He had a fierce gaze and a

your hands on your

with their heads in their hands. It was because Dwayne was well-known in Dorodo. As head of the

was particularly feared most by the thugs and hooligans who populated the

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

face instantly lit up with hope at the sight of

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

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

has the balls

determined to avenge Alder. However, once he saw Hezti, the expression on his face stiffened, and his eyes almost