Lord Protector Novel

Two immediately moved to jump out of the bathtub when he saw an intruder, but it was already too late.

The water had touched the live wire, causing the entire bathtub to run with electricity.

There was no way Two could escape unscathed.

Sizzling noises filled the bathroom.

Electric sparks leapt across the bathtub and Two’s body. It was so bright; the whole bedroom was lit up like the sky on the fourth of July.

Ten minutes later, the safety fuse downstairs finally burnt out, and the entire nightclub was plunged into darkness in an instant.

Two had already been electrocuted to resemble a roasted pig by that time. His entire body was charcoal-black, and his hair stood straight on his scalp. The smell of burnt flesh permeated the air in the room.

His eyeballs were protruding as if about to pop from their sockets. It was a hideous and terrifying sight!

Even Hadley herself was slightly freaked out by that ghastly sight, making quick work of slicing off his ears before escaping through the windows.

The club-goers who were partying downstairs were displeased and started protesting the moment the power went off.

Two’s lackey, who was standing on duty, quickly reassured the crowd, “Don’t worry, it’s probably just a trip. I’ll check it out and make sure everything goes back to normal.”

The lackey quickly discovered that the fuse was blown because it had been ‘old and unmaintained’.

So, he found two thick wires to replace the fried fuse. “Let’s see if you can still burn out like this.”

The pounding music resumed its playing in the nightclub, and the atmosphere became lively once again.

However, Two was in a pitiable condition back in his bedroom, his charred body twitching in tandem with the sizzling noises brought about by the electric current. One might even think he was dancing to the beat downstairs.

At two in the morning, Zeke, Hadley, and her elite assassins rendezvoused somewhere in the suburbs as planned.

Zeke opened the trunk of his car that was filled with briefcases.

All of them were loaded with money. Each briefcase contained twenty million, not a penny more, and not a penny less.

Zeke jerked his head slightly at them. “Line up to get your bounties.”

The assassins formed a line to claim their bounties. “Sir, here are Five’s ears.”

Zeke said with a nod, “Here’s your twenty million.”

“Sir, Sixth’s ears.”

“Twenty million. Check it.”

Soon, it was Hadley’s turn. Zeke casually threw a briefcase towards her.

“Hey, hot stuff. The money’s too little.” Hadley stated.

Zeke frowned in confusion. “Too little?”

Hadley threw a plastic bag before his feet. “Didn’t you know Two has three ears? You should be giving me thirty million.”

Zeke’s face darkened.

How the f*** can someone have three ears?

Where the hell did his third ear come from?

Just then, Zeke’s phone rang.

It was an unknown caller.

It was two in the morning, and an unknown number was calling him. Zeke was certain he wasn’t going to like this call.

Zeke made a silent gesture to everyone before answering it. “Who is this?”

An unfamiliar voice drifted over the line, “Williams, were you sleeping?”

The man chuckled. “Your girl is in our hands. If you don’t want her to die, come to Redwood Lumberyard immediately.”