The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 149

A bad feeling suddenly arose in Mr. Schmidt’s heart.

He was no fool, or he would not be at where he was in his career.

There was absolutely no need for anyone from the CIA to be personally present in cases like these.

For Damian Wool to be present right now, it must be for someone that was involved in the case, right?

Following this thought, there were many thoughts that had flashed through his mind regarding Damian.

Did Charles Christian know Damian?

Or… Did Joey Yates know him?

Was this why Damian Wool had come personally to see how this case was being handled?

Mr. Schmidt’s mind was occupied with many questions he did not have the answer to.

That being said, he had never once thought that it could be Sean Lennon that had any relation to

Damian Wool.

Sean was just a cripple. If he could be acquainted with a VVIP of Damian’s caliber, Mr. Schmidt swore

that he would start writing his name backward from then on.

Hayden Luke’s mind was filled with worries.

If Damian was here today, it would be because Joey had called him.

Also, if that was the case, Sean was done for.

The CIA.

It was practically like the hall of judgment on earth.

With just one word, it could determine a person’s ending – if it was heaven or hell!

Hayden really wanted to help Sean, but this was out of his capabilities.

“What a crowd.”

When Damian walked in, he glanced through the entire room of people.

At that time, other than Sean and the young man that he was briefly acquainted with, Joey and her ten

or more bodyguards, and a few of the government employees were also present.

It did… indeed look like a crowd.

“Cough… Director Wool, Madam Yates is the family of the deceased.

“The reason why we’ve got him here is to understand the situation better.”

Mr. Schmidt stepped up personally to explain. His tone was careful and wary.

If he angered Damian Wool, with just one look, he would be stripped of his ranking, title, and career in

an instant.

This was why he did not dare to be sloppy and delayed in anything at all.

“What’s with all these other people then?”

Damian did not speak a word, but a man that was in his retinue spoke up with a frown.

“This…”

Mr. Schmidt was first taken aback, then he quickly waved his hands, gesturing for the others to leave

the room.

Joey may be a rude and unreasonable person, but she was clear that Damian was someone of

extremely high ranking.

She did not dare to say much and allowed her bodyguards to leave the scene for now.

Instantly, there was more space in the room.

Damian was unphased. He did not look at Sean or Joey before he made a beeline towards a chair and

took his seat.

“Mr. Schmidt, continue.

After Damian was seated, he waved his hands slightly as he instructed.

He was calm and collected, firm yet filled with authority.

It was almost like he was really here by chance and was around to listen in.

However, just by him seated there, it had given the rest of the people in the room a huge sense of

stress.

Other than Sean, no one else dared to sit in the entire room. They were all standing painfully straight.

Amongst all the people in the room, only Sean was unaffected by the strong aura exuded by

Damian.

“Ohh… Okay, okay…”

Mr. Schmidt was quick to nod his head. After a brief moment of hesitation, he looked at Sean.

The sense of dilemma in his heart thickened.

What was he to say to gain favor from Damian?

Should he convict Sean of his crimes right away, or should he interrogate him as per usual?

Mr. Schmidt had no idea who Damian was here for, or if he was stuck on the fence.

After pondering, he gritted his teeth tight.

He would just gamble, then!

He placed his bets on Damian being here to support Joey, and to be on her side!

“Sean Lennon, you…

“The time you’ve exited Excel Casino matched the deceased’s time of death.

“Also, bodyguards of the deceased, which were the people that you’ve fought and beaten up have

already identified you as the murderer that had taken Charles‘ life!”

As Mr. Schmidt was talking, he stole glances at Damian’s facial expression.

When he saw that Damian was still calm, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems like Damian was really here to show support to Joey!

There was a renewed show of arrogance on Joey’s face.

Even though she did not know who Damian Wool was, it did not mean that Charles did not!

She had safely assumed that Damian was here to seek justice for Charles.

As for Sean the cripple…

How dare he think that he was worthy of the presence of such a VVIP like Damian Wool?

This was a joke, an absurdly, simply out–of–this–world.

“I did not kill anyone.”

In the face of Mr. Schimdt’s interrogation, Sean stood firm with his answer.

If he was still the Nine–star Commander, it was nothing if he were to just kill someone off.

However, he was now stuck in the mortal world, so he had to follow the rules of the world he

was at.

At least, before he was fully recovered, and before he contacted all his personal guards again,

following the rules was all he could do.

He would be low–profile, just temporarily.

“Other than you, there were only Charles‘ own people at the Excel Casino.

“If not you, then who?”

Mr. Schimdt took a step ahead, his tone was warped with a thick sense of oppression.

This was his usual method when he was interrogating a criminal.

However, Sean was unphased, he was not affected at all.

“If you’re adamant that I did it, there’s nothing I can say to further defend myself that you would

believe.”

Sean asked faintly, “Could Charles‘ people not have done it?”

A rhetorical question immediately stunned Mr. Schmidt.

“Yes! That’s right!

“Maybe Charles‘ lackeys wanted to take over his place, so they killed him!”

The young man that was briefly acquainted with Sean yelped.

“Boom!”

“Shut up!”

Mr. Schmidt slammed the table with his hands and glared at the young man.

The young man shrunk his head further into his neck, and cleared his throat, speaking nothing more.

Damian, on the other hand, frowned slightly.

It was this frown that had sent Mr. Schmidt’s mind, soul, and strength flying.

“Director Wool… I–1 should not be so emotional. Please forgive me…”

Mr. Schmidt was quick to babble, terror heavily filled in his eyes.

“Mr. Schmidt, don’t you think this interrogation of yours is a little… ridiculous?”

Damian reached out his hand to adjust his collar as he stood up slowly.

It was as if he had lost patience in listening in.

“R–ridiculous…”

Mr. Schmidt’s eyes were wide open as his mind was filled with endless buzzing