Lord Protector Novel

Yet, she had gotten someone to beat them up.

Well, God forbid!

The villagers became even more enraged.

“How dare you act out against your elders, you brat!”

“Hmph! She has no parents, so of course, she doesn’t have any manners.”

“Get the hell out of Fisher Village! You have no right to stay here.”

The villagers rebuked May for being an orphan not long after her whole family perished.

Tears trickled down her face. Their words hit her where it hurt most.

Just when Zeke was about to comfort her, an engine roared from afar as a van made its way over.

The van finally stopped in front of the door, and a team of guards emerged out from the van like flood.

Their weapons knocked against each other, constantly making loud clinking noises.

The leader of the troop was the ‘Mr. Hoffmann’ whom the tunic-wearing man had summoned - Tim Hoffmann.

With their arrival, the narrow room was instantly packed, and the atmosphere became tense.

It was as though one wrong move could set a bomb off.

Tim scanned his surroundings and declared, “Who did this? Step forward.”

Mr. Seaton quickly pointed at Zeke. “It was him.”

“Take him,” Tim ordered with a wave of a hand.

His subordinates immediately walked toward Zeke and grabbed him.

“There’ll be a huge price to pay for laying your hands on me,” Zeke said casually.

“Haha, are you threatening me?” Tim responded while staring at Zeke with disdain. “I’m the captain of the National Security Organization’s Evil Eradication Brigade. Threatening a public official is a crime.”

Zeke shrugged. “The Evil Eradication Brigade is headed by an evil force. Oh, the irony.”

“Go ahead and slander me. Anything you say can and will be used against you,” Tim responded.

Mr. Seaton chimed in, “Forget about him, Mr. Hoffmann. This guy’s going to die sooner or later anyway. Did you bring the military doctor like I asked you to? I’m... I’m in so much pain that I’m about to faint.”

His subordinates also grunted, begging to receive treatment.

Some had even passed out; the pain must have been unbearable.

“Trash!” Tim yelled before giving the military doctor a glance, telling him to treat them.

The doctor quickly knelt down and examined the injured men.

He quickly found the root of their suffering—they had all been stabbed deeply in their vital points.

It took the doctor much effort to remove the silver needles.

Mr. Seaton and Tim frowned as they saw the needles. “Concealed needles? This guy must be an expert in using secret weapons. I happen to be in need of a few assassins. Would you be interested in joining my team, punk?”

Zeke smirked. “You wouldn’t dare take me in.”

“What do you mean?” Tim looked confused.