The Protector

Michael brought celebrities with him as the welcoming committees, “Welcome, Chief Williamson! You’ve been fighting hard at the frontline, so we thank you for your service!”

“On behalf of the Jones family, I would like to express our highest respect!”

Michael almost knelt in respect of Ezra before he was stopped.

“You’re too kind, Mr. Jones. I was only carrying out my duty,” responded Ezra who was dressed casually. After all, his excuse for coming back was to recover from his injuries.

“Our family made this banner just for you, Chief Williamson.”

Written on the banner, which Michael ordered to be presented, was “National Treasure”.

Although the Jones family was only doing that as a form of flattery, Ezra was definitely qualified to have that title bestowed on him.

With a wide grin on his face, Ezra accepted the banner, “You would not have spoilt me with such flattery if you knew of the prodigy in your family.”

and what he found out was how foolish the Joneses had been to not recognize the nation’s God of War in

their

Chief Williamson. A prodigy in our family, you

referring to my son, Anson? I heard that he’s reached the top ranks in the Iron Brigade and

exclaimed Ezra in

the name ‘Anson.’ Much less the right-hand man to God of War. What a load of

“Yes, that’s the one!”

Michael a perfunctory answer, but

right-hand man

showed

knock Michael on the head for his

strength

please. We’ve prepared the perfect place for you to heal your injuries,