The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Bob’s face was full of tears. Muddy tears streamed down his face, which had not been washed for days, and soaked his clothes.

Not only did Bob kneel before Jagoan, but so did Yvonne and her mother.

Two women, one older and one younger, knelt before Jagoan, thanking him repeatedly.

Jagoan did not enjoy being knelt at. He quickly lifted Bob, Yvonne’s mother, and Yvonne off the ground. However, no sooner had he lifted Yvonne and her mother than the two women knelt again.

“Don’t kneel!” Jagoan simply ordered.

Yvonne and her mother shuddered before standing upright.

“Yvonne, your father’s arm is alright now. With good rest and good nutrition, he’ll be alright in less than a month. Of course, he has only one arm left, so he won’t be able to do any physical work, but I can get him a job. As long as he’s not lazy, he’ll have no trouble supporting your family.”

Yvonne‘s mother burst into tears when she heard that Jagoan not only cured her husband‘s illness but also gave him a job.

The medical bills…” Yvonne’s mother asked shakily, rubbing her

charge for

did not charge people partly because his way of treating people did not cost as much as hospitals did and he had no

companies, Reach For Will Group and Jagoan Group. Therefore, Jagoan was worth at least tens of

big deal for Jagoan, but it was a

mother was overwhelmed with gratitude as she thanked

now believed in Jagoan’s medical skills. Those who

let your father return to his room

mother immediately carried Yvonne’s

curiously, “Yvonne, who are these people? Where did you get

a mixture of embarrassment and reverence, “Mom, the person who treated Dad is Jagoan Jagoan, the commander-in-chief

she was

cast a look of