The Legendary Man Chapter 363

Death Penalty

“Uncle Fabian!”

The moment the Spike Dragon Guards encircled the entire hotel lobby, Shawn spotted Fabian in the crowd instantly.

“Shawn?”

Upon hearing Shawn’s voice, a middle-aged man in a black military outfit walked out from behind the Spike Dragon Guards at once. His hair was somewhat white, and he did not seem to be very old, but he had a naturally intimidating aura.

He was none other than the governor of Jipsdale, Fabian Jones.

His existence was only second to Jeremy Yates, the Western King of War who guarded Jipsdale.

“Uncle Fabian, save me!” yelled Shawn in a panic. Right then, at one glance, Fabian noticed his nephew’s right leg had been penetrated by a bullet.

His face instantly turned grim. “Who did this?”

“It was him!” shouted Shawn immediately as he pointed at Jonathan. “Uncle Fabian, kill him! I want him dead!”

“Shut up!”

Fabian could not help but glare at Shawn at once when he heard the latter utter such bold words in front of so many people.

Even if Shawn wanted Jonathan dead, he absolutely must not declare his desire in front of these many people.

With a solemn face, Fabian directed his gaze in the direction that Shawn was pointing. His eyes landed on Jonathan. “So it was you who told Shawn to call me and instruct me to come and see you within ten minutes?”

“That’s right,” answered Jonathan flatly.

he spoke,

does this voice sound

voice was so familiar to Fabian that once he heard it, his entire body shuddered

Fabian stuttered in his

With that one glance, the latter was so terrified that his legs immediately became like jelly, and with a thud, he dropped to his knees in front

went quiet

hear a pin drop

they watched

was only second to Jeremy, the Western

had not seen it with their own eyes, they would have suspected that

Fabian was

seated at the pinnacle of

Jipsdale was at

War,

amazing person was kneeling before a terrorist, who

How was that possible?

expressionlessly eyed Fabian, who remained on his knees before him. “I thought you might’ve

explained, “How

covered in blood, Fabian would not have instinctively mistaken him for a terrorist, thus failing to

not a lot of people on this Earth who could strike

not even afraid of the Eight Kings of

one person who

assigning Fabian to this post, what right would the latter possibly have to be stationed in Jipsdale with such a

his authority

Jonathan said the word, Fabian, the governor of Jipsdale, could instantly become the

“Is that so?”

hearing Fabian’s explanation, Jonathan casually lit a cigarette, glanced at the middle-aged man nonchalantly, and inquired, “Why do I feel that Jipsdale doesn’t look like it belongs to Asura’s Office? Instead, it looks like it belongs to you. How about I talk to Asura’s Office about

“Mr. Goldstein!”

face pale

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