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!

the passengers in the carriage looked away, unable to bring

and the carriage seemed

who was about to

the coach looked blankly, unable to come back to their senses for

are you

stood in front of the old man at some point and

was none other

who had suddenly kicked the bald bodyguard away. If Amber

you, young man…” The old man said

he had a pained expression on his face. Besides that, he stood up clutching the back of

from his stomach made