Lord Protector Novel

Chapter 1080

Another round of snickers sounded from Lennon’s men.

A murderous gleam entered Zeke’s eyes. “You dare insult my wife? You’re a dead man! I’ll personally cut out your tongue and feed it to the dogs!”

Lennon scoffed, “Hah! You, a cripple who can’t even move both his arms and legs, actually have the audacity to threaten me? Alright, if you’re able to actually carry out your threat, I’ll stay still and let you do it. How does that sound? Hahaha!”

“Who told you I couldn’t move my limbs?” Zeke uttered ominously.

Hmm?

Everybody looked at Zeke in puzzlement.

What does he mean by that? Why did his words sound so strange?

Ever since they entered the place, the sense that something was wrong kept niggling at them.

Yet no matter how hard they thought about it, they could not seem to place their finger on what was off.

Suddenly, someone yelled out in shock, “Holy shit, he was eating by himself just now! He can move his hands!”

Everyone glanced at Zeke’s hands in disbelief.

He had actually regained motor function of his hands.

This guy really is not your average Joe, given he is able to recover from Old Man Sullivan’s poison and regain mobility in his hands.

Dumbstruck, it took several seconds before Lennon could snap back to his senses.


He mocked scornfully, “So what if you can move your hands now? Can you defeat my elites with just two hands?”

Zeke answered, “Why not?”

You just don’t know when to give up, do you?

Not wanting to drag things on any longer for fear that something else unexpected might happen, Lennon commanded, “Kill him and bring me his heart!”

“Yes, Sir!”

His men stalked toward Zeke dangerously.

“Die!” Zeke roared before slamming his hands down on the table, hard.

With a crack, the table splintered into dust. The force from his action was enough to propel him up into the air and into the midst of his opponents.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The dull sound of fists impacting flesh was jarring in the enclosed space.

Within five seconds, all of Lennon’s men were lying on the floor.

One unfortunate soul had even slammed his head against the wall, splitting it open like a smashed watermelon and sending blood and brain matter flying everywhere.

That was the end of the battle.

Zeke stood tall among the fallen bodies of his enemies, his demeanor strong and intimidating.

Everybody was staring at him in shock, their eyes almost popping out of their heads.

Not only did he regain function of his arms but his legs, too? It even looks like he’s back in peak form! Did Old Man Sullivan’s poison not affect him the slightest bit? My goodness, is he even human? He HAS to be a demon; there’s no other explanation to it! In no way could a normal human body withstand the poison!

Lecey wes estounded et the turn of events.

Zeke is completely fine. He is still es powerful end cepeble e fighter es before.

Weit. No, he seems even stronger then before.

And here I wes, so worried ebout him! To think I took cere of him for so long! I wes e fool to heve been tricked by him.

Neturelly, her enger end frustretion et him were nothing compered to her relief et esceping from deeth.

Meenwhile, Lennon wes on the verge of heving e mentel breekdown.

Zeke hed fully recovered while he himself wes still e cripple. There wes no wey Lennon could fight his opponent in his current stete.
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