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.

when he felt the touch

lived for more than forty years, and he had only seen this

one time was

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

black

wealth that could rival a country, but it also represented supreme power. Mr. Madrid had seen it

identity of the owner of the black card

time he has

“Supreme black, black...” “Whoom...”

could finish his sentence, his legs gave way and he fell to

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

related to

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

“Walker, you... what‘s wrong?”

and hurried to help

a deep breath and slowly stood up with the help of

around him.

his face did not diminish as he stared at Sean.

you, sir?” The next second, Mr. Madrid greeted Scan with a 90–degree bow. Everyone

in the

in her hand, and her eyes were filled with