Lord Protector Novel

Just like a killing machine, he would take down his enemies wherever he went.

In less than ten minutes, thirty of the enemy fighters had been crippled, while the smoke from Alfred's cigarette was still ascending into the air.

Taking a puff smugly, Alfred sneered, “What a bunch of losers. And yet, you dare challenge me. You are nothing but a joke!”

The neighbors gaped at what just happened.

Wow, this old man can really kick ass.

They were of similar age to Alfred, but they even had trouble walking, whereas Alfred's movements and kicks were more impressive than that of a young man.

There was no way they could've known that Alfred had yet to showcase his true strength.

With just raw power alone, he easily defeated those martial artists.

If he had unleashed his full power, those martial artists would have been obliterated at once.

Fourth Lord was shaken for a while but quickly recovered his composure.

So what if the old man can fight? He is probably on par with me at Archduke Class. Besides, the warriors outside the yard would definitely be able to beat him.

Alfred continued to mock, “Is that all you got? Since you can't even beat an old man, how dare you come here?”

Fourth Lord clenched his fists. “No wonder you have nothing to fear. It looks to me that you have the strength of an Archduke Class warrior. Old man, I recognize your talents. If you are willing to submit to me, I will spare your life. But if you're getting in my way, today will be your last day on earth.”

Alfred was outraged. “F*ck you, you b*stard! Today, I'm going to whoop your ass if that's the last thing I do!”

When he realized that Alfred wasn't going to surrender, Fourth Lord called out to his men outside, “Come in and send this old thing to hell.”

The martial artists standing guard outside swarmed into the yard.

Considering there were almost a hundred of them, the yard couldn't fit them all.

Worried that the neighbors would end up being collateral damage, Zeke pulled them to a corner.

They remarked in a quavering voice, “Kid, you heard it yourself. Fourth Lord is an Archduke Class warrior. If he steps in, we're afraid...”

Zeke reassured them, “There's nothing to fear. An Archduke Class warrior is no different from an ant to me. It's not even worth mentioning.”

The neighbors didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

This young man sure knows how to boast.

Based on their understanding, the Great Marshal was invincible as an Archduke Class warrior, and yet Zeke didn't seem to be bothered.

Consequently, they were baffled at how ridiculously confident Zeke was.

“Kill him!”

After letting out a battle cry, Fourth Lord led the group and charged at Alfred.

Following close behind him were a hundred martial artists.

Alfred flung his cigarette holder at Zeke. “Mr. Williams, this is made from tobacco that my father had planted himself. Please enjoy.”

“Sure!”