The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

No matter which city, there would always be these thugs and despicable individuals, and this was no exception even in a place like Crosac.

However, what surprised Jagoan was that this group of hooligans seemed to be coming toward him and Lisha.

When they arrived in front of them, the hooligans surrounded Jagoan and Lisha.

“Are you two Jagoan Jagoan and Lisha Crosac?” The leader, a young man with yellow hair, asked while pulling out a switchblade about ten centimeters long from his waist.

Upon hearing the name Lisha Crosac, Timaeus, who was eating beside them, widened his eyes in surprise, and Shirley also had a sudden realization on her face.

Jagoan frowned and said, “We’re not, you‘ve got the wrong people…”

“Not? Hehe. We’ve been following you from near the Harvey Tower until here. Do you dare say you’re not?”

The yellow-haired leader sneered. He pressed the button on the handle of his switchblade, and the shiny ten-centimeter blade sprang out.

“Don’t blame us for being heartless. Someone paid us to deal with you, and we had no choice!”

as the yellow-haired leader finished speaking, he swung the switchblade toward Jagoan’s

began to swing at Jagoan and Lisha

a loud roar suddenly

“Stop!”

roar immediately stunned the

who shouted was none other than Timaeus, the head of the

his stool, then walked towards the hooligans. As he approached, his hunched figure gradually straightened, even giving

so impressive about a big group of people bullying two young ones? Come at me if you have the guts, I’ll take

speaking, he took a horse-riding stance and

this is none of

a

do nothing. Their business is my

anger, and the

toast only to drink a forfeit! Don’t blame us