The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

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 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.

again when he felt the touch of the

lived for more than forty years, and he had only

one time

this card represented was extremely terrifying. This was a

supreme black card

that could rival a country, but it also represented supreme power. Mr.

the owner of the

the second time he has

“Supreme black, black...” “Whoom...”

his legs gave way and

City Bank widened their eyes in shock. Mr. Madrid was healthy, and no one touched him.

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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

“Walker, you... what‘s wrong?”

him reacted and

breath and slowly stood

around him.

did not diminish as he stared at Sean. A few seconds later, Mr. Madrid

this humble one can do for you, sir?” The next second, Mr. Madrid greeted Scan with a 90–degree bow. Everyone

in the hall

the window dropped the pen in her hand, and her eyes were