The Guardian's Sword

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 915

Chapter 915

The sword was standing rigidly from the coffee table just like the sword in the stone.

“What is this?”

The middle-aged man asked Felix’s father, frowning slightly.

“By the way, this is the murder weapon Sean used, Sir. His fingerprints must be on it!”

Felix’s father came to himself and rushed forward to pull the sword out.

However, the sword remained motionless even though he pulled until he clenched his teeth.

“Wait!”

The middle-aged man scowled as he went forward to reach for it, but he soon stopped slowly.

Then the middle-aged man suddenly froze as if he had recalled something.

“Well…”

The middle-aged man walked around the coffee table as he examined the sword carefully.

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The more he looked, the wider his eyes were, and the more shocked he was.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and asked in a shaky voice.

“Did… Did… Did he kill Felix with this sword?”

“Yes!”

Felix’s father nodded immediately.

“What did you say his name is?”

The middle-aged man asked again after being stunned for half a second.

“He’s… called Sean Lennon. He also gave us his address, not afraid of you going after him.

“He’s so arrogant!”

Felix’s father once again spoke without thinking.

“Of… Of course, he’s not afraid…”

man only muttered without showing any sign of

what… what

Felix’s father looked startled.

only

is… a guillotine that can behead the

without worrying about the consequences. Your

He knew Felix deserved

“What?”

father paused suddenly before feeling

had the Xavian

else did

again after being

told us… told us to get

of his senses, Felix’s father

are you

want to

his head, and Felix’s father

Souz

hell is

leave the sword here on

not explain much and dared not

only had someone remove the

“Sir, you…”

Felix’s father was confused.

do not dare

sending it over with the

man said

father froze and sank to the

now. Felix had gotten away with ruining so

bound to run

had now hit

At the same time.

son were

the phone, Jon keenly

Swoosh!

his hands drooped. His

“How are things?”

frown when Quill

“Felix’s dead!”

deep breath before slowly

“What…

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