The Guardian's Sword

It was almost noon when Sean and Quentin finally concluded their meeting.

The proposal they put together was a thick stack and at least five centimeters
high on the table.

"I will personally go to the slums to supervise the implementation of the policies
and ensure that the slum's problems can be effectively addressed," Sean said to
Quentin.

"That's great. That way, I can let you handle a lot of things," Quentin replied with
a laugh.

Shania walked in smiling and said to Quentin and Sean, "Dad and Commander
Lennon, it's noon. Time for lunch. I cooked today. You can try my food!"

"Okay, okay, okay, Commander Lennon. Let's have lunch and try my daughter's
cooking,” Quentin said to Sean with a chuckle.

Sean nodded slightly and followed him.

The city defense army's main camp.

It was dark in the underground jail. Though there were lights in the cells, it was
still very dark inside.

Three young men were shouting in a cell in the innermost part of the prison.

The three young men were none other than Lionel of the Walker family, Solomon
of the Stewart family, and Nathan of the Lambert family. These three were locked
up in the innermost cell, while the bodyguards were locked up in another.
Compared to the bodyguards, the three of them were comfortable. After all, a
dozen of them were crammed into one cell, so it was so crowded that they could
only sit against the wall. They could not even lie down.

The three could lie down, rest, and have room to move around in the cell. Even
so, they kept kicking up a fuss.

"D*mn it! Let us out! We're heirs of noble families. You've offended three noble
families. The city defense army will suffer!” Lionel clutched the iron railing and
shouted.

Solomon even yelled at the city defense soldiers patrolling outside.

"F*ck you. Let me out of here! My father will kill all of you when he comes!"
Nathan also yelled, "Let us out! If we die here, you're all dead meat! You're all
going down!"

One of the city defense soldiers could not stand it anymore as he walked over
and snapped, "What's all this noise? Shut up! I'm telling you. I didn't use force on
you because I'm nice. You're dead meat if you provoke the others and make the
chiliarch come down!"

Lionel snorted coldly and said bluntly, "What would the chiliarch do to us if he
came? I don't believe you can keep us locked up in here the whole time!"
Solomon chimed in, "Yeah! Do you know the difference between your identity and
ours? Aren't city defense soldiers ordinary folks? The three of us are heirs of
noble families. You'll suffer if you offend us!"

"You're already finished! Our fathers must be trying to get us out now. Just wait
and see!" Nathan spat and said.

The city defense soldier looked calmly at the three rich heirs and laughed before
saying, "Let me tell you the truth. Your fathers showed up a few minutes after you
were locked up last night. They came to plead mercy from the city defense
army's commander-in-chief and asked him to let you out! But you're still locked
up in here. Hehe. Do you know what I mean now?"