The Legendary Man novel Chapter 401

The Legendary Man Chapter 401

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“Master? Master, you scared me! I thought you were…”

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Cecilia was so anxious that tears were welling up in her eyes. She was one of the few, if any, in Gronga who did not want anything to happen to Jonathan.

“What?” Jonathan casually lit a cigarette and shot her a nonchalant look before continuing, “Did you think I got blown up?”

“Yeah!”

Cecilia nodded and then lowered her head.

“Isn’t it better that I die? You’d be free, and so will the Hansley family!” Jonathan said calmly.

His death was a good thing for Cecilia and the Hansley family.

“From the day I agreed to be a servant, you’re my master. As long as my master is alive, so will I. If my master is gone, then there’s no need for me to stay alive!”

Regardless of the genuineness of her words, Jonathan did not expose her. Instead, he casually took a puff of his cigarette and said, “A bomb like this can’t hurt me.”

“I know. You’re Asura. How could this amount of explosives hurt you?”

Biting her lip, Cecilia lowered her head again.

That’s right! He’s Asura, a man like God! How could a mere amount of explosives hurt him?

“Let’s go down. Since someone wants to give me such a gift, I should reciprocate them, shouldn’t I?” With a faint smile, Jonathan threw away the cigarette butt and walked downstairs.

Standing behind Jonathan, Cecilia suddenly felt a chill running down her spine for no reason after hearing his words.

It made her hair stand on end.

Half an hour later, many police officers gathered at the entrance of Velarium Hotel.

Even the riot control unit was deployed to cordon off the hotel to prohibit anyone from entering or leaving.

The explosion of the presidential suite in Velarium Hotel was enough to make a splash in Gronga and alarm the governor.

Meanwhile, reporters kept taking photos outside the hotel.

Even though they were barred from entering and were separated by a thick piece of glass, it still could not stop their enthusiasm for taking pictures.

“Are you Jonathan Goldstein?” The sheriff of Vleshire Harbor’s police station, Roger, came over with his team with a serious look on his face.

He wanted to control the situation to the best of his ability before it got out of hand.

“Yes.”

Jonathan was sitting casually on the couch while being surrounded by a group of police.

“Mr. Goldstein, according to the hotel’s information, you’re the guest staying in the presidential suite that exploded. Where were you when the explosion occurred?” Roger asked while his subordinate was taking notes with a pen behind him.

“In the room,” Jonathan replied nonchalantly.

“In the room?” Jonathan’s response brought a frown to Roger’s face. “But we checked the scene; every single person in the room was killed by the explosion. Why are you the only one who survived unscathed?”

Roger gave Jonathan a confused yet skeptical look.

Based on the number of explosives found at the scene, he knew that it was enough to blow the entire suite to ashes.

In fact, nothing in the entire room was intact, apart from Jonathan.