City's Guardians

"We don't have much time to wait for you to slowly settle the shares in your uncle's hands. Do you understand what I mean?"

"The longer you drag this out, the more excited those people become. The Commander of the Blue Army has already called me to ask whether I need his help."

"If you can't handle it, tell me now. I'll have your younger brother take over."

"If you can do it, then show me."

"How many days will it take for you to bring me good news?"

There was not the slightest trace of familial affection in the voice of Sanchez's general father. Every word carried the chill of command and discipline.

To this great warlord, children were merely more useful tools—more trustworthy than strangers, but only slightly.

As long as he still held overwhelming power and armed forces in his hands, he could father as many children as he pleased.

In places unknown to others, some of his children still existed. They were his final insurance.

Not to mention that several women beside him were still carrying new lives.

Over the years, many of his children had died. At first, he had felt some pain, but after enough deaths, he had grown used to it.

That was why he did not speak to his children like a "kind father." He was merely a "general."

Sanchez clenched his fists. "No more than three days. I'll make my uncle understand what a foolish decision he made."

"Good. I'll wait for your good news. Don't keep me waiting too long."

After hanging up, Sanchez did not leave. Instead, he silently stared at the phone.

Many of his younger brothers had died. Now, only two remained, but soon, he would have several new younger brothers born.

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