The Guardian's Sword

However, such small houses would fit a single family in the slum.

Of course, it would be crowded for a family of three or even four to use such a small house. Even so, it was already much better than the houses they used to live in!

Once the houses were built, they would be rented to the poor on a monthly basis. After five years of rental, they could buy the house they were renting at a below-market price. Such a policy was a blessing to the slum residents. Besides that, the poor had already found out about Sean's fundraising for them, so his reputation in the slum was at an all-time high.

Sean and Zander had just arrived at the slum and were immediately surrounded by a large crowd of poor people.

"Thank you, Commander Lennon. You saved us all!" An old lady nearly 60 years old said with tears of gratitude.

"Commander Lennon, you're a saint. You're a kind man!"

"How wonderful is it that the slum has met a savior like you!"

came from all directions and

overwhelmed for a moment. Although he had received similar welcomes before, such as when he was

that the people before him were

to collect the food being distributed to thank him,

rich, but I promise I can ensure that you don't have to worry

statement instantly struck a chord with everyone in

even knelt and kowtowed to thank

kneeling before him to get up, but others immediately knelt. It took a while for Sean to calm them down and

rang suddenly. "Commander Lennon, it's you! You

Zander turned their heads around together and saw

was none other

over her arm that contained what appeared