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Chapter 338: His legs are crippled, how could he possibly beat me?
The Seal Harbor incident that caused an uproar in the Southern Seas was finally resolved on the fifth day after Imperial City investigators arrived.
The final report stated: Golden Triangle forces mistakenly entered; Leclair Family sealed off the harbor in defense.
Ignatius Leclair, far from being at fault in this matter, was credited with merit. As for Griffith Squire, who bore the heavy blame, his status as a foreign national led to his handover to the relevant departments for negotiations. In the end, no one even knew what this matter implicated—it fizzled out unresolved.
As for Delphine and Reginald Yeager’s disappearance, along with the Cloud Family’s merchant vessel—none of this was mentioned.
"Master Leclair, Griffith Squire’s men have all been released,"
The old butler led his men to dismantle the attic while Ignatius Leclair worked in the tea room of the side hall.
Maximilian noticed that when Master Leclair returned last night, his face was as cold and severe as a winter’s frost, seemingly capable of freezing people to death. Yet after just one night, the deep furrows on the man’s brow had loosened, and there was a faint trace of joy in his expression. Maximilian let out a sigh of relief and a smile crept onto his lips as he remarked, "This time was truly perilous."
Ignatius Leclair was in an excellent mood—through this incident, Delphine had seen Reginald Yeager’s true character. From now on, the two of them would likely be impossible, and that to Ignatius was the greatest harvest.
In Ignatius’s mind, his wariness of Reginald Yeager exceeded even that of Griffith Squire. Having eliminated a rival in love, coupled with the fact that Delphine hadn’t shown evident resistance last night, a faint smile still lingered on his lips.
"When will Griffith Squire leave the Southern Seas?" the man said unhurriedly. "Since he’s using his status as a foreign national as cover, we might as well let him roll out of the Southern Seas altogether."
Saves everyone from the daily irritation.
"No news on that front." Maximilian lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed to avoid meeting Ignatius’s, as he hesitated and stammered, "Besides, before you came out yesterday, Major General Squire asked me for some information about Griffith Squire. He said that having him in the Southern Seas is far too dangerous. I didn’t dare hand over much, only gave a photo. As for Miss Leah’s details, I didn’t reveal anything."
Maximilian had been following Ignatius Leclair for many years and was still quite sharp. It seemed that Master Leclair was particularly concerned about Major General Squire’s contact with the Squire siblings.
"Strangely enough, for people as high-profile as the Squire siblings, the information known publicly is incredibly limited. Even photos are scarce. When I probed, I discovered that surveillance footage from places they’ve frequented had been hacked—no clear images of their faces remain."
Ignatius Leclair lifted his eyes—his Phoenix-like gaze was deep and unfathomable. It seemed he wasn’t surprised, and he remarked indifferently, "Griffith Squire’s team has many capable individuals, including a globally renowned hacker who can infiltrate the NSA. That’s hardly surprising.
Their bounty on the black market is astronomical, so their actions are bound to be cautious."
Ignatius Leclair’s slender fingertips rubbed the sharp edge of his chin thoughtfully. Who knew why Old Squire had taken an interest in Griffith Squire? And more curiously, he utilized personal connections instead of leveraging the Imperial City’s intelligence network to investigate him.
The man narrowed his Phoenix eyes and murmured under his breath, "Go have a word with Griffith Squire. Tell him to rein it in—someone from Imperial City has tracked his trail."
Maximilian shuddered internally, nodding repeatedly. With a hint of hesitation, he said, "Master Leclair, if Major General Squire discovers that you’ve been concealing information about the Squire siblings—"
The Gold Medal assistant glanced at Master Leclair cautiously, not daring to finish the sentence. Although Master Leclair was skilled—being a disciple of a Master Swordsman—not even Griffith Squire could best him, let alone Major General Squire. The latter’s temperament had once terrified even the most fearless in Imperial City.
Ignatius Leclair snorted coldly, his Phoenix-like eyes narrowing, the corners of his lips curling into a frosty smile. He drawled with leisure, "His leg is crippled—does he still think he can beat me? I’ll worry when he’s willing to treat his leg."