Lord Protector Novel

Those men were from the Atheville TCM Association, and the one leading them was its president, Shawn Thompson.

The crowd couldn’t recognize him. Who are these big shots? What are they doing in a slum area like Octagon Row?

They’re here at the home of the Walters family too—the poorest among us all.

However, Weston was much more worldly and immediately knew who Shawn was.

At this very moment, he was rather taken aback. Shawn Thompson’s always been so high on a pedestal that even I’m not qualified to meet him.

What’s he doing here today?

This is the greatest honor Octagon Row could ever receive! I have to treat him with the utmost respect.

It took all his strength to stand up.

Yet, just as the man took a step forward, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees.

Shawn was startled.

I think I know him, and I know he only needs to bow at most.

There’s no need for him to kneel at my feet to welcome me!

Weston could no longer stand up, so he continued to kneel on the ground and declare, “Haha! It’s such an honor to have you here, Mr. Shawn Thompson. I’m truly sorry for not accompanying you throughout your long journey here.”

The crowd immediately went wild.

“Holy smokes! Shawn Thompson? The Shawn Thompson of the TCM Association?”

“Damn. He’s a real big shot! What’s he doing in a place like this?”

“Mr. Thompson isn’t just a high-profile guy. His medical skills are god-like! I heard he’s even brought someone back to life.”

“Mr. Thompson isn’t just a high-profile guy. His medical skills are god-like! I heard he’s even brought someone back to life.”

“Make way, everyone! Give Mr. Thompson lots of space.”

Shawn’s arrival was akin to that of an emperor’s from the olden days.

Quincy was beyond excited too.

He had long wanted to join the TCM Association. His future would be endlessly bright if he managed to do so.

Unfortunately, he had never met anyone who could connect him with the Association.

Now that the president himself was here, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

He hurriedly went up to Shawn. “Hello, Mr. Thompson. I’m Quincy Lang from Octagon Row’s infirmary...”

Shawn proceeded to walk into the Walters’ residence without even sparing a glance at Quincy.

Sage’s voice trembled. “It’s Mr. Thompson. It’s actually the mythical doctor, Mr. Thompson. I’ve always dreamt of asking him to treat my dad. With his abilities, my dad will surely get better. It’s just too bad...”

Zeke intentionally created an opportunity for Sole Wolf. “Aren’t you acquainted with Mr. Thompson, Sole Wolf?” He asked with a faint smile. “You can get him to treat Sage’s father.”

Sage turned to Sole Wolf in astonishment. “You... You really know him, Wolf?”

Sole Wolf nodded while smiling. “Of course.”

Sage looked rather doubtful.

Under everyone’s gaze, Shawn walked over to Zeke and bowed before him.

“I hope I’m not too late, Divine Doctor.”

What?