The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

It was a long time before Stefan finally snapped back to himself.

Then he pointed at Molie and yelled, “Uncle Zimmerman, why are you so nice to him? He beat me up. Hurry and arrest him. Take him to the sheriff’s department and teach him a lesson…”

Before Stefan could finish speaking, Dwayne suddenly turned around and slapped him hard.

Slap!

A sharp slap instantly rang through the fondue restaurant.

Everyone was startled. Even Mile and Milos shuddered with shock.

Stefan fell to the ground from the slap and could not react for a while.

Dwayne’s slap was hard. He did not hesitate with Stefan. His slap caused Stefan’s nose to bleed. One side of his face was swollen as if he had a small bun in his mouth.

“Uncle Zimmerman, instead of arresting him, you slapped me!” Stefan looked at Dwayne in shock and exclaimed aggrievedly.

I slapped you! You animal! How dare you disrespect Mr. Joe? Even a slap is

Stefan off the ground and forced him

was unwilling to kneel, but

the chief sheriff of the sheriff’s department, Dwayne was often on

comparable to that of a professional sports athlete. Even

Dwayne held him down, and he

Joe! Quick!” Dwayne urged, his hand gripping Stefan’s shoulder harder, causing Stefan to look pained

should I apologize to him? He was

finished speaking when he was slapped again. “How dare you talk back?

he pulled out the silvery

arbalest was delicate and small. It looked beautiful, but it was

could fire six arrows in a row, and all six arrows

powerful within 30 meters, enough to penetrate half a centimeter

the arbalest, Stefan chickened out. His face was ghastly pale as his body