Lord Protector Novel

Fogey Bogey?

It was obvious that he was from Netherworld.

“Fogey Bogey said that Missy's a natural, and he thought it a travesty for her martial talents to be squandered by staying here,” Hound said between stutters. “H-He must have taken her away to apprentice under him, so she s-shouldn't be in any mortal danger.”

D*mn it!

With a jerk of his hand, Zeke smashed the wooden backboard of the bed to smithereens!

At this moment, Zeke became resolved to invade the Netherworld's headquarters and put them to the fire and the sword.

Zeke looked toward Alfred. “Do you know where the Netherworld's headquarters are?”

Alfred shook his head and responded in the negative, “I do not. I could, however, lure the denizens of the Netherworld out when night falls and squeeze its location out of them.”

“Good. We shall work toward securing that information tonight, and then I shall bathe their headquarters in blood.” Zeke seethed.

“Understood!” affirmed Alfred.

Shortly after, an untidy pattering of footsteps approached from the distance, to the delight of the Fourth Lord.

If Boss were to rescue and have me admitted to the hospital right away, my limbs may still be reattached.

“Boss! Help me!” he arched his neck and shouted.

Boom!

A towering figure descended from the sky and shook the earth when he landed, sending out clouds of dust in every direction.

The imposing aura he emanated was simply suffocating to the masses.

The discerning Zeke immediately knew that this must be Fourth Lord's “Boss.”

Isn't this one of the inspectors from the Three Inspectors and Six Superintendents?

All the leaders of the Thirty-four Templars, Three Inspectors, and Six Superintendents, including this one inspector in front of them, were taken away by Zeke at the last Martial Artist National Examination.

It would seem to him that all of them had since been released by Connor.

The man surveyed the entire scene in front of him before his gaze fell upon Fourth Lord.

“Hmph! What use have I for a piece of crap like you?”

Fourth Lord lowered his head in embarrassment. “I've failed in my duties and will accept any punishment that you deem fit, Boss.”

“Whoever is responsible for this better own up to it,” the man said frostily.

Alfred took a draw of his cigarette. “I am!”

“Sheer arrogance!” the man roared. “I am the martial inspector, Camul, to whom all warriors of Eurasia must bow in my presence! On top of not humbling yourself before me, you dared run your mouth as well. Are you not aware of your crimes?”

“Aware my ass,” Alfred replied. “If you're looking for a fight, cut the crap, and let's get to it!”

The audacity of him!

Camul was in a right fit. “I'm giving you one last chance, old man. The punishment for the transgression of the code of the martial way is death, but in consideration of your talent, I'll spare your life if you get on your knees and submit yourself to me! Otherwise, I'll exterminate your entire family!”

Alfred smiled a bitter smile. “Just admit it if you're getting cold feet. Quit yapping and make up your mind. I don't have all day.”