Lord Protector Novel

Connor ignored the thugs and turned to glance at Clyde. “Clyde, what do you want me to do with them?”

“They harassed my girlfriend and called me a cripple! You know what to do.”

“Very well,” Connor replied. He soon took hold of his gun, all before shooting at the five thugs.

After ten shots were fired, the hands of the thugs were now bleeding. One of the thugs’ hands was on the verge of falling off from his arm as well.

Even the loud music failed to mask their screams.

Everyone was stunned, unable to believe that someone would actually shoot at another person, especially during such a peaceful time.

The people began to scream in fear as they ran out of the bar.

Connor reloaded his gun and pointed at the thugs’ legs, but Clyde stopped him.

“Wait, spare their legs. I want them to run back to their friends before we take their group out in one go.”

“Good!” Connor laughed and kicked the thugs out of the bar. “Tell your boss to find me! I’m going to make all of you disappear! Don’t even think about running. You won’t make it out of this city!”

The thugs struggled to get up and continued, with their tough act.

“F***! This ain’t finished! You’re all dead!”

Connor fired his gun again, scaring the thugs away.

Connor sat across Clyde and let out a short sigh, “You’ve had it hard, huh?”

Clyde smiled bitterly. When he and Connor were in the academy, he was the better one, whether it be scores or achievements.

Yet, now, Clyde was paralyzed in both of his arms, while Connor thrived. Clyde had no idea of how to face Connor in his current shape.

“Clyde, have you ever thought of taking revenge?” Connor asked.

“Connor, are you mocking me?” Clyde laughed sorrowfully. “You should know that the one who’d done this to me was Zeke, the Great Marshal. How am I supposed to take my revenge?”

“Aren’t you aware that the Great Marshal has lost his strength? He’s merely a regular person now. How hard could it be?”