The guardian's sword

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 109

Chapter 109 No one knew what this exquisitely crafted toy–like bank card really represented.

Seeing the expression on the middle–aged man‘s face, the mocking voices around him suddenly Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

lowered.

Even the female bank teller was stunned.

Mr. Madrid was the leader of this branch! At the same time, Mr. Madrid was also a senior manager of

the central bank.

His identity was definitely not as simple as a branch manager. 1

However, what was with the shocked expression on his face?

At that moment, Walker had no time to care about other people‘s gazes. He stared at the card in

Sean‘s hand. Sean had an indifferent expression on his face. Seems like this middle–aged man had

some insight.

“Wham!”

Sean knew what Mr. Madrid was thinking. “Good, good...” Walker bowed slightly and reached out his

hands to pick up the bank card. It was as if he was picking up a rare treasure, afraid of ruining it. The

texture was warm, and it did not feel like plastic. Instead, it felt like an exquisite piece of jade.

The mocking laughter in the hall completely disappeared.

Everyone‘s eyes were on Mr. Madrid. They wanted to know what kind of card it

was.

Mr. Madrid was shocked again when he felt the touch of the card.

He had lived for more than forty years, and he had only seen this card once.

Just that one time was unforgettable.

After all, what this card represented was extremely terrifying. This was a supreme black card.

The supreme black card was legendary!

Not only did it represent wealth that could rival a country, but it also represented supreme power. Mr.

Madrid had seen it once before and it left a deep impression on him.

The identity of the owner of the black card frightened him even more.

Today was the second time he has seen one!

“Supreme black, black...” “Whoom...”

Before Mr. Madrid could finish his sentence, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. “What?”

“What‘s going on?” Everyone in River City Bank widened their eyes in shock. Mr. Madrid was healthy,

and no one touched him. How could he collapse so easily?

Could it be related to this card?

Someone suddenly remembered that Sean bad said that this card could not be recognized because

the level here was not high enough. In other words, the teller had no idea how low she was. At that

time, they had even mocked Sean for being a level two cripple and comparing his level with others!

However, when they saw Mr. Madrid‘s face, they could no longer laugh. Many people subconsciously

turned their heads and stole a glance at Sean. Sean remained indifferent from the beginning to the

end, not even looking at Mr. Madrid.

“Walker, you... what‘s wrong?”

The workers around him reacted and hurried to help him up.

Mr. Madrid took a deep breath and slowly stood up with the help of the people

around him.

However, the shock on his face did not diminish as he stared at Sean. A few seconds later, Mr. Madrid

heaved a sigh of relief.

“This gentleman is noble. “I wonder is there anything this humble one can do for you, sir?” The next

second, Mr. Madrid greeted Scan with a 90–degree bow. Everyone was dumbfounded.

Everyone in the hall was stunned.

The female worker inside the window dropped the pen in her hand, and her eyes were filled with shock.

This was Mr. Madrid!

In terms of money, who had more money than a bank itself? : As an executive of River City Bank, Mr.

Madrid did not lack money. In terms of power, Mr. Madrid was the executive of the main bank. Although

River City Bank was a private bank, it had a lot of contacts with the government. It could be said that

Mr. Madrid was one of the most powerful people in River City.

At this moment, he was facing a cripple, yet bowing 90 degrees to greet him? Yet this cripple had been

mocked by them earlier, saying that he was a level–two cripple? Foot in the mouth!

Instant foot in their mouths!

Those who had mocked Sean before were now flushed red, unable to sit still.

Because they were worse than a cripple! “Looks like you have some awareness.”

Sean said calmly. “Very good sir. May I know your name, sir?” Mr. Madrid wiped the sweat off his

forehead and asked. His attitude was extremely humble, like a subordinate facing his superior.

“Lennon.”

Sean said calmly.

“Very good sir. Mr. Lennon, what can this humble one do for you?”

Mr. Madrid nodded and called himself with a lowly title again.

No matter how dumb the surrounding people were, they could tell that this cripple‘s identity was

extraordinary! “Walker, is there a need to do this?”

“Even if he has a lot of money in other banks, we still can‘t...” The teller was not convinced, and she

blurted out. After all, Sean was keeping money at another bank, and they could not get anything out of

it. “You! Shut up!”

Mr. Madrid turned around and shouted at the female bank teller.