The Legendary Man novel Chapter 840

The Legendary Man Chapter 840-Donald slowly turned around, chewing a banana as he looked at Jonathan with cool indifference.

His tone was casual, and it almost felt like he was asking if the latter wanted a banana too.

Needless to say, there were only two options—take it or leave it.

Anyone could tell that Donald couldn’t care less about Jonathan’s answer, but the latter thought otherwise.

Grade A intelligence, huh? That’s a code word only high-level personnel in Asura’s Office will understand. Moreover, one has to be at least a lieutenant colonel to be privy to the information. Even though it may not be the most urgent, this information would still be classified as highly confidential. There’s no way it’d be easily disclosed… Therefore, I’m sure Donald had intentionally asked the question to guard against someone. Since it’s just him, Sean, and myself in the garden, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who he’s wary of…

The next second, Jonathan moved his fingers and quietly conjured an invisible spirit shield with spiritual energy.

“He shouldn’t be able to hear anything now. Go on. Tell me what this is about,” he said, a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

“Mr. Goldstein, there’s something wrong with this kid,” Donald muttered as he continued to munch on his banana. “I advise you to kill him as soon as possible.”

Donald’s words were nothing short of appalling. After all, he had suggested killing Sean without blinking an eye.

Despite being taken aback, Jonathan didn’t let his emotions show and even made it a point to avoid glancing at Sean.

“Donald, you can’t just suddenly tell me to kill someone. You have to give me a reason,” he said with a chuckle.

Even though Jonathan sounded nonchalant, he knew Donald wasn’t one to make baseless accusations.

The latter, however, let out a heavy sigh and frowned.

“Sean gives off majorly strange vibes. His circadian rhythm, daily habits, and even the look in his eyes aren’t what a kid his age should have. Most importantly, he isn’t picky about food.”

This time around, Jonathan couldn’t hide his bewilderment. “Huh? How is not being picky weird?”

“It’s not weird if we’re talking about adults, but he’s only seven,” Donald insisted. “When I say he isn’t a picky eater, I don’t mean he doesn’t have dietary restrictions. What I meant was he isn’t fussy about food at all. How’s that possible, though? As a kid, he should have preferences when it comes to flavors. Even if he’s just being obedient and choosing not to be picky, he should at least show some hints of dislike when he eats food he doesn’t fancy. I, for one, have never noticed such behavior from him. On top of that, he always seems to know how to savor his food… Mr. Goldstein, Jason has shown me a medical book before with recorded cases of people getting possessed. I highly suspect that a monster is residing in Sean’s body.”

With that, Donald grabbed a stainless steel cocktail pick from the table.

“Let me get rid of him, Mr. Goldstein. It’s too dangerous to keep someone like that around.”

“Sit down!” Jonathan ordered before bursts of spiritual energy morphed into a massive hand and pressed Donald into the chair.

“I was the one who brought him back, so I should do the deed myself,” he added smilingly.

Although Donald was only a fourteen-year-old child, Jonathan still trusted him wholeheartedly.

Even if the boy’s claim seemed utterly absurd, it wouldn’t stop him from digging deeper and trying to uncover the truth behind it.

Sean had undoubtedly shown great aptitude, but if he proved to be a problem, there was no way Jonathan would go easy on him.

However, the latter also couldn’t sentence a child to death based solely on Donald’s words.

“I believe you, Donald, but there’s a proper method of detecting whether a cultivator has been possessed,” Jonathan replied. “I’ll examine him now, and if the results back up your claim, I’ll get rid of him immediately. If not, I’ll still permit you to do whatever you like. Understood?”

“Okay.”

Satisfied, Donald flicked his fingers and sent the cocktail pick flying into the fruit platter as he silently watched Jonathan walk away.