Chapter 233 A Big Short's Prisoner

• Arriving at the Walton Manor, Leonard exited the taxi and stood there stroking his chin hesitantly. He thought, ‘Isn’t it too arrogant to run directly to their house in broad daylight to kill them? Do I need to wait until night? ‘Forget it. I’ve already come. It doesn’t make sense if I don’t go in.’ Thinking that, Leonard walked straight to the gate. However, as soon as he reached the gate, he was blocked by two bodyguards in black. “Who are you?” “I’m delivering an express package to the Walton family,” Leonard said. He thought, ‘Although I look a bit more handsome, my clothes have always been casual, not top brands. Nowadays, couriers are very rich, so it is normal to wear clothes that cost tens or even hundreds of dollars.’ “Where’s the express package?”
• The bodyguard asked coldly, his eyes full of vigilance. He thought, ‘It’s okay for a courier not to wear a uniform. Where is your car? If you don’t have a car, you should have an express package on hand!’ “The package is in my pocket. Let me in first.” The bodyguard thought, ‘Do you think I’m easy to fool?’ “You don’t look like a courier at all. Who are you?” One of the bodyguards yelled at Leonard loudly. “You just need to turn a blind eye. Why do you have to expose me?” Leonard sighed. Then he stretched out his hand and hit the bodyguard on the neck, causing him to fall limply to the ground. Another bodyguard was about to take action. The next moment, his neck was pinched by Leonard’s hand.
• “Where is Robert? Take me there, or I will kill you.” The bodyguard couldn’t help but shudder. Thinking of Leonard’s ability to deal with his companion just now, he immediately knew that if he resisted, he would only die, so he nodded obediently. “Lead the way.” After Leonard finished speaking, he followed the bodyguard. The bodyguard walked forward cautiously, but his mind was running rapidly. Being able to work as a bodyguard in the Walton Manor, he was not stupid and had already guessed Leonard’s identity. He heard that the five Grand Masters sent by Pollard died in Leonard’s hands. Leonard was definitely a devil. He was thinking about how to alert the Walton family. At that time, a servant in the Walton Manor approached them at the corner and almost collided with the bodyguard. The bodyguard was about to speak, but the other party had already greeted him with a smile.