Lord Protector Novel

Cobra felt an excruciating pain emanating from his knees and spreading to his whole body.

However, he held it in and did not make a sound.

He gave Zeke a menacing look. “You’re as good as dead.”

Zeke merely replied, “The Asclepius Team? What is that? Your backup is miles away, am I right? They’re of no help to you now.”

Cobra cursed at him, “My team is at the Eastern Star Night Club. They could arrive in under ten minutes.”

“So you still have ten minutes to apologize; otherwise, you’re going to die.”

So they’re at Eastern Star.

Zeke smiled sinisterly and took out his phone. He called Rosie from the Necromancer Assassin Organization.

“Rosie, please help me get rid of a bunch of people at Eastern Star.”

Rosie replied, “Look at your watch.”

“Why?” Zeke was perplexed.

“I’ll settle it within five minutes. I’m just around the corner of Eastern Star,” Rosie replied.

Great!

Cobra’s face paled in an instant.

Why did I let him know my brothers’ whereabouts? Ahh! I’ve been tricked!

They’re all tuckered out from last night. I think they’re still sound asleep. What if they’re ambushed?

Cobra took out his phone and wanted to call his team members.

Zeke kicked the phone away from Cobra’s hands, shattering it into pieces.

Cobra felt so helpless that he actually wanted to cry.

Sh*t, I screwed up big time.

Wait a minute, I should be fine.

Williams just came to Atheville, so he shouldn’t have many connections here.

Alfred should be his backbone. But he is just a thug who can easily be defeated by my team, so he’s nothing to worry about.

He regained his confidence upon some pondering. “Hah! You’d better start preparing for the funeral for the people you sent to Eastern Star!”

Zeke did not take heed of him and cast a glance at Damian instead, “Get your ass here.”

Damian knew there was nowhere to hide; he shuddered as he approached Zeke.

Zeke bellowed, “You have to compensate me 50 billion for the damages you’ve done to my building. Get your ass off to raise the funds. I’ll set fire to the Count family house if you can’t get the money within a day.”

Damian tried to bargain. “Trust Media is only worth about 30 billion, why did you ask for 50 billion compensation...”

“You’d better get started. I’ll break your legs if you say another word,” Zeke shouted.

Damian trembled and quickly fled the scene.

This guy will really break my legs.

First things first. I need to inform the Asclepius Team instead of trying to raise the 50 billion.

Damian did not have the contact of the Asclepius Team, so he could only go to Eastern Star in person.

Sh*t, I screwed up big time.

Woit o minute, I should be fine.

Willioms just come to Atheville, so he shouldn’t hove mony connections here.

Alfred should be his bockbone. But he is just o thug who con eosily be defeoted by my teom, so he’s nothing to worry obout.

He regoined his confidence upon some pondering. “Hoh! You’d better stort preporing for the funerol for the people you sent to Eostern Stor!”

Zeke did not toke heed of him ond cost o glonce ot Domion insteod, “Get your oss here.”

Domion knew there wos nowhere to hide; he shuddered os he opprooched Zeke.

Zeke bellowed, “You hove to compensote me 50 billion for the domoges you’ve done to my building. Get your oss off to roise the funds. I’ll set fire to the Count fomily house if you con’t get the money within o doy.”

Domion tried to borgoin. “Trust Medio is only worth obout 30 billion, why did you osk for 50 billion compensotion...”

“You’d better get storted. I’ll breok your legs if you soy onother word,” Zeke shouted.

Domion trembled ond quickly fled the scene.