Lord Protector Novel

Zeke reported, “The Lewis family colluded with Netherworld to betray Eurasia. Therefore, they have committed an unforgivable sin.”

“Kill them!” The president spat those two words before ending the call.

Shit!

Every member of the Lewis family turned pale.

Even the president doesn't want to protect us, and that was our last string of hope!

With the flick of his arm, the Dragon King Sword, formed by Zeke's energy, flew toward the Lewis family.

He skilfully controlled it such that the sharp blade glided gracefully across their necks.

Thud!

Their heads rolled off their shoulders, spurting blood all over the floor.

Even after they landed on the ground, their eyes remained open, filled with fury. They certainly did not die in peace.

All along, they assumed that with Gordon, a high-ranking official that served the last three dynasties, they could keep their lives.

Yet ironically, Gordon had become the reason for their deaths.

If he did not conspire with Netherworld, they probably would not have to die.

After all the members of the Lewis family were beheaded, the Dragon King Sword flew back into Zeke's hand. Zeke turned to Joseph with a chilling glare.

Uh!

Joseph inhaled a sharp breath before his eyes rolled backward. Green juices flowed out from the corners of his mouth before he collapsed onto the ground.

He had puked his guts out.

After Tyler examined Joseph, he shook his head and reported, “This guy was so frightened that he passed away from the shock.”

Hearing that, Zeke kept his Dragon King Sword.

“Listen up!” Zeke turned his attention to the spies from the North.

The spies, headed by Wesley, knelt before Zeke, obediently awaiting his orders.

“All of you who have been spying on the Lewis family no longer have to work undercover anymore. You shall replace Joseph and take charge of the Ministry of Celestial Affairs. It will be officially under the control of the North now.”

He continued to set down his expectations. “Change the distribution laws for spiritual drugs. Do not distribute it on demand. Instead, sell it based on merit. Those who have not made any significant contributions for the country shall never get their hands on the spiritual drugs!”

“Yes, sir!” the spies chanted collectively.

Then, Zeke patted Wesley's shoulder and praised them, “You have all suffered for the past few years, living within the Lewis family under false identities. I'll let you take a ten-day break so you can spend time with your families. Following that, you can relocate your families here and officially settle down here.”

The spies gratefully thanked Zeke, “Thank you, Great Marshal!”

Later, Zeke returned to the cell where Lacey was held.

She had almost fully recovered after some rest.

When Zeke appeared, she was hugging Missy, comforting the latter.

At the sight of Zeke, Missy opened her arms and whined, “Daddy, hug me! I want a hug!”