The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The old man was now shaking on all fours and had not yet gotten up.

The bodyguard taking the water saw this and quickly put down the thermos to run over and say to the young man, “Calm down, Young Master! Calm down, Young Master… How could you do such a menial thing? Leave it to me!”

“Alright, you’ll do it then! Give him a good beating! Kill this old thing!” The young man said with a sneer and sat down in his seat.

Then the bald bodyguard stood grinning grimly before the old man, bared his teeth, and said, “Old man, you’re f*cking stupid and insist on messing with my young master, aren’t you? Since you have a death wish, don’t blame me! ”

As soon as he said that, the bald bodyguard swung his leg at the old man.

The bald bodyguard was trained and a professional who was not only heavyset but also had bulging muscles and was strong.

The old man was already in his 70s or 80s. He was even trembling when he walked. It would have killed him if the bald bodyguard kicked him!

in the carriage looked away, unable to

and the carriage

the bald man who was about to kick the old man flew out

coach looked blankly, unable to come back to their

are

front of the old man at some point and was

was none other than

away. If Amber

young man…” The old man said shakily, struggling to

pained expression on his face. Besides that, he stood up clutching the back of the seat next to him with one hand and

made it