Lord Protector Novel

The boss’ silence meant that he was furious, and someone would die whenever the boss was angry!

John’s life was hanging on the line, and it all depended on his boss’ will.

The silence went on for an entire minute before the boss reprimanded, “Useless shit! I wanted you to murder the man, but you refused to do so. That left a threatening loose end! What is the point of keeping you around?”

John was so terrified that he fell on his knees despite being on the phone. “Boss, this is all my fault. I am willing to accept the punishment.”

The boss sounded cruel when he said, “No matter. You can still be of use, so I will let you live for a few more years. The timing is perfect, though. I am almost done prepping for my big plan. My godson will carry out the plan. Williams will die before he cures the Justice Defender. This is a wonderful opportunity to train my godson. You will spare no effort to assist my godson in carrying out this plan.”

John agreed immediately, “Don’t worry, boss. I will put my life on the line for him.”

The boss paused for a moment before adding, “My godson is talented in every way, but he has one weakness. His lust is uncontrollable, and he has a messy life. I will authorize you to do this one thing. You must listen to his orders on all other matters, but you are free to control his personal life. If his lust got in the way and disrupted the plan, I will hold you responsible for it!”

“Understood.”

John stared at the sky after hanging up the phone.

My role as the representative of the Rivermouth state is snatched away and given to his godson just like that?

I am not okay with it!

I wonder who the hell his godson is. How did that boy get the boss to have such high hopes for him?

At the border of Rivermouth state.

A fleet of army that comprised over a thousand men was there. Everyone had one knee on the ground as they worshipped the powerful man in front of them.

The entire scene was ridiculously glorious.

The tall man was wearing a tuxedo, and his face shone with pride.

He remained unmoved by the worship of those thousand men. It seemed he was already used to that kind of treatment.

The man in the tuxedo was none other than the boss’ godson, Mance.

He had traveled all the way from Northern Xinjiang to Rivermouth on his godfather’s orders to implement the big plan.

“Mance, Rivermouth is right in front. We can’t go any further with you,” reported one soldier.

Mance nodded slightly and instructed, “Alright, head back to camp now. Remember, be ready to attack on my command to move in accordance with the big plan.”

The men nodded, then returned to camp.

The footsteps of a thousand men got the shook the earth.

Mance looked at the beautiful Rivermouth and said in excitement and anticipation, “I am here, Zeke Williams. I wonder just how powerful you are. How did you have my godfather call me out on a mission?”

Mance joined the army in Northern Xinjiang when he was nine, and he had since spent twenty years there.

He had never carried out a mission because all other missions were too simple, and they never needed someone as strong as he was.