The Guardian's Sword

The more you buy, the cheaper each one would be?

Sean was amused before walking over to the old man, who was clearly from
Dragon Kingdom.

He pulled out a five Dollar Dragon Dollar bill and said, "Give me two sticks."
"Alright!"

The old man took the money, quickly took down two sticks of cotton candy, and
handed them to Sean.

Sean ate the cotton candy while walking in the street. The short leisure time
made him feel relaxed.

The light was green. There was no one else crossing the street except Sean.
As soon as Sean walked to the middle of the road, a luxury Bentley suddenly
sped up. Although it stopped sharply at the zebra crossing, it was too late.

The average person would probably get hit by the car.

However, was Sean the average person?

Seeing the luxury Bentley about to crash into him, Sean suddenly dodged it with
a backflip. However, the front of the car brushed him a little.

Looking at the back of his hand, Sean shook his head.

Focused on eating his cotton candy, he became less wary. If he were on the
battlefield, the moment of hesitation would probably have killed him.

Sean laughed at the thought of it.

Although he had left the army for a long time, he would always be associated
with the battlefield and the army no matter what happened. It seemed he was
born to be a soldier and fight.

Sean scratched his hand a little, but it was nothing serious. It was only a light
graze. Besides, the cotton candy he was holding in his other hand was intact.
Just as Sean was about to walk away as if nothing happened, the car driver
rolled down the window and started swearing at Sean.

"Have you got f*cking eyes? Do you walk around without looking at cars? Do you
know you would have died here if I hadn't braked in time?" The driver was
spitting and swearing non-stop.

Sean frowned. He did not say anything when he almost got hit. However, the
driver was swearing foul language. He had the nerve.

Just then, a woman's voice came from inside the car.

"Stop it, Old Ronan. It's our fault. Luckily, this gentleman dodged us. Otherwise,
we would have been in big trouble."

The woman was gentle, cultivated, and reasonable.

"Yes, Madam..." The driver hurriedly agreed and withdrew his head through the
window.

The beautiful woman in the back of the car rolled down the window, looked at
Sean, and asked with a smile, "Are you hurt, Sir?"

"It's only a minor wound. It's nothing," Sean shook his head and prepared to
leave.

However, the woman opened the car door and said to Sean, "Get in the car, Sir.
We're on our way to visit Dr. Wosh for his daughter's birthday ball. When we get
there, let him take care of your wound and examine it."

"No thanks," Sean declined the woman's offer.

The driver also said, "Madam, forget about him. Look at this man. He's dressed
so shabbily that you can tell he's a commoner. How awkward would it be if you
brought him to the birthday ball!"

However, the beautiful lady insisted by saying, "No, what if he is seriously
injured? If we don't examine him early, it will be too late to regret it if something
serious happens.”