Lord Protector Novel

Tears welled up in the nurse’s eyes. Though it was not exactly her fault, Zoda could still terminate her service with the lab very easily.

Zoda entered the ward with the freshly brewed medicine.

He greeted Zeke with respect, “I’m sorry, Great Marshal. We’ve made a mistake and neglected your care.”

Honestly, Zeke could not wait to finish this traitor off right away, but he had to spare his life for now.

Since Zoda knew a lot about the Bloodsworth Syndicate, he must get as much information from him as possible before killing him.

He suppressed his anger and said casually, “No worries.”

Zoda said, “Come, take this medicine. It’ll help you recover faster.”

“Alright.” With Zoda’s help, Zeke finished drinking the medicine.

Zeke could tell Zoda did not poison the medicine.

After he finished the medicine, Zoda took out a syringe.

“Great Marshal, this is Cygnus Room’s latest technology. We developed this to help speed up muscle recovery. Not only can this medicine heal dead muscle cells, but it can also improve your ability to walk. The technology we use to develop this medicine is at least ten years in advance. Come, let me give you an injection.”

Okay!

Zeke gladly agreed.

Of course, Zeke knew there was something fishy about the content in this syringe, so he was prepared.

Very soon, the injection was done. Zoda did not leave but stood by his side, “You’ll feel drowsy after this, so feel free to take a nap. I’ll be here to take care of you.”

Zeke yawned. “You’re right. I do feel sleepy. Alright then, I’ll take a nap now.”

Soon, Zeke shut his eyes and pretended to sleep.

About ten minutes later, Zoda whispered by his ear, “Great Marshal?”

Zeke did not respond.

Zoda reached out his hand to check his body and realized Zeke had stopped breathing. His heart had also stopped beating.

Phew!

Zoda sighed a breath of relief.

The Great Marshal was dead for real.

The legendary Great Marshal lost his life at the hands of an insignificant person. What a way to die.

Zoda took out a plaster casting kit, pressed the gypsum onto his face, and left in haste.

But just when he was about to leave the ward, he heard a sigh coming from the back.

“Sigh...”

What was that?

Zoda shuddered and stopped walking. He turned around and looked behind him.

Zeke opened his eyes and gave him a sullen stare. He was bitterly disappointed with him.

F**k!

Zoda was close to having a nervous breakdown.

Isn’t he dead? Why is he still alive?

It seemed like Zeke had known that Zoda wanted to kill him all along.

“Zoda, it’s time for you to lay it all out. Why did you place the plastic casting on my face?”

Zoda felt rather guilty. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I only did so because I admire you very much, and I wanted to keep it as a remembrance. I’ll return this to you if it appeases you.”

He brought the casting and walked towards Zeke, “Please accept the casting, Great Marshal.”