Lord Protector Novel

What she tried to tell him was if he wanted her to contact the police or Martial Arts Association to help with this matter.

Zeke fished out fifty from his pocket and replied, “I’ve run out of cigarettes. Go help me get another pack.”

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It wasn’t long before Zeke came downstairs.

The staff members were too afraid to go out and face Draco. Thus, they hid behind doors or windows as they spied on him from inside.

Draco had driven here in a Lincoln Town Car.

The back of the Lincoln was facing the company’s main doors. Draco leaned against his car while casually puffing his cigarette.

Upon seeing Zeke, he asked airily, “You’re the new boss of Grand Empire Group, Zeke Williams?”

Zeke nodded, “Yep.”

Draco flicked the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. “Our crown prince would like to meet you.”

He then pulled open the trunk of the Lincoln to reveal what was inside the car.

There was no one inside the car but a Tibetan mastiff the size of a calf tearing a rabbit to shreds.

The car was covered in dirt and blood.

The moment the car door swung open, the Tibetan mastiff flew into a frenzy and began snarling ferociously as it prepared to leap out.

A crazed and demonic look flashed across its eyes!

However, there was a metal chain that was as thick as an arm collaring it. Fierce as it might be, the dog was unable to break free.

Yet, the car shook and quaked violently as it pulled against its chain.

As a result one of the windows even shattered as a result!

Everyone turned as white as a sheet.

The crown prince Draco mentioned was actually a Tibetan mastiff!

What Draco meant by meeting the crown prince was getting the dog to tear him apart!

Mr. Quin is as ruthless as expected!

The crowd was petrified and took a step backward collectively.

The security guard planted his hands on both the main doors. The moment things went south, he would immediately lock the doors!

“Your crown prince is a dog?” Zeke smirked, “Well, then I guess that makes your boss a son of a bi**h, doesn’t it?”

What?

Draco’s eyes narrowed!

This punk actually called Mr. Quin a ba****d!

That’s a crime punishable by death!

Even a big shot sent by the higher-ups wouldn’t have dared to be so insolent! This guy isn’t even from this place!

Who is he to show such disrespect to Mr. Quin?

“You’ve got a death wish!” Draco whipped out a remote control from his pocket and smashed the button on it.

Snap!

The collar around the Tibetan mastiff’s neck snapped open and fell off!

Whoosh!

The dog dashed out the car like a speeding bullet.

And with a mighty leap, the dog’s 200-pound body went charging towards Zeke.

The staff were really terrified that they retreated backwards immediately, knocking over countless chairs in the process.

A simple collision with that dog would most probably prove fatal, let alone a bite from it.

Zeke, on the other hand, kept his cool as he continued puffing away on his cigarette indifferently.

Finally, just as those razor-sharp claws were about to touch him, Zeke made his move!

In one swift motion, he slapped the dog with the back of his hand.