“Uncle Preston, it's me, Ernest! You have to stand up for me. Someone has hit me, and they're even slandering me! Also, he said that you're nothing but a worm around him and that he can easily crush you just by lifting a finger. Yes, yes, hurry up and come. I want you to punish them with the law and bring justice to me!”

After ending the call, Ernest gave Zeke a threatening look. “In half an hour, my uncle will be here. When he comes, it's time for you all to go to jail. Haha!”

Zeke then snatched Ernest's phone. Subconsciously, Ernest rose to his feet and reached for his gun, but Sole Wolf kicked him down with another kick.

Zeke then glanced at the number Ernest called earlier and dialed the number.

The call went through rather quickly.

In the next second, a deep voice traveled into Zeke's ear. “Didn't I say I'll be going over right away? Why are you calling me again?”

Zeke uttered, “I have Ernest with me right now, so give me your full name immediately.”

After a moment of silence, the other man asked, “Who are you?”

“Sorry, but I'm the one asking questions here. All you need to do is answer me. Otherwise, Ernest will be dead, and there'll be no need for you to come.”

The other man then said, “Fine, I'll tell you. I'm the presiding judge of the court, Preston Sharpe. I'd advise you not to do anything silly. You're still young, so don't walk down the road of crimes.”

Zeke replied, “All right. I'll be waiting for you to come.”

After the call ended, Zeke turned to Sole Wolf and instructed, “The presiding judge of the court, Preston Sharpe. Deal with him.”

Zeke was not even going to dirty his hands for a minor character like Preston.

Sole Wolf nodded. “Okay!”

He then called the Provincial Military District.

The moment the call was picked up, Sole Wolf said, “The presiding judge of the court, Preston Sharpe has crossed Zeke. You know what to do. This is an urgent task, so prioritize it and deal with Preston first.”

After hanging up the call, Sole Wolf nodded at Zeke. “Zeke, the arrangements have been made.”

“Pft-” Ernest snorted. “If not for my education and experience, I'd believed in you. Go on, keep up with the act. I'd like to see how well you can act!”

Lacey, Dawn, and the others only smiled in silence.

They all knew that Zeke was not acting.

He was the Great Marshal, and all he needed was a word before someone trivial like Preston was dealt with.

Meanwhile, Preston was speeding toward Heartland Hospital in his car.

If it was any other time, he would not have bothered with something insignificant as this.

However, he had racked up debts from gambling, and he had to find a way to pay off those debts. In other words, helping Ernest was one of his ways of earning money.

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