Lord Protector Novel

“Right now, I'm just worried that the b*stard will run away knowing that we'll take revenge,” Ivan voiced out his worries.

“He won't.” The playboy said, “I know him. He's not the type of person who will run away himself and leave his sisters-in-law behind. Besides, where can he go in such a short time even if he runs? As long as he's in Corleon, I'll root him out no matter what!”

“Let's go!”

Ivan picked up his knife and walked toward the United Group building.

The playboy quickly exclaimed, “Ivan, carry me on your back! I can't feel my legs. I think they're broken.”

“Oh my god! Mr. Quinn, look at your leg...” one of the hooligans suddenly exclaimed in shock.

The playboy looked down at his legs and suddenly screamed. His eyes rolled back, and he blacked out.

There was a broken bone poking out of his knee, the sight of it appalling.

Seeing the broken bone jutting out of his flesh with his own eyes was too gory for the pampered playboy, and he couldn't bear the horrific sight.

Even a few thugs were horrified by this scene to the point where goosebumps emerged all over their bodies.

“Damn it! Why the hell did you remind him!” Ivan scolded. “Hurry up and give him CPR!”

Another hooligan carefully spoke. “But Ivan, CPR is useless in this situation. It's better to press under his nose.”

“Then hurry up and do it, damn it! Do I have to tell you to do everything?”

After some degree of nose-pressing, Jason finally woke up.

As soon as he came to his senses, he subconsciously looked at his broken bone and almost fainted again.

Ivan carried Jason on his back and walked toward the United Group building.

Their bloodthirsty expressions made many of the company's employees scurry away in fright.

In the office on the highest floor of United Group, Dawn and Nancy had signed the contract with Robert, the president of United Group.

It was such a smooth process that even Dawn and Nancy were amazed.

All the terms stated in the contract were beneficial to Linton Group.

They couldn't believe that United Group had agreed to all of Linton Group's terms.

Most of the terms were highly demanding. They were meant for Robert to come up with a negotiation.

Maybe they knew that Zeke was the Great Marshal and was giving Linton Group benefits as a display of appreciation.

Robert was a middle-aged man in his forties with a chubby face.

The fat on his face would fold into creases whenever he smiled.

He smiled and said, “It's an honor for my United Group to cooperate with Linton Group. From now on, we'll be partners. Today, I'll be the host and invite you two young ladies for a drink as a celebration.”

Nancy said with a troubled look on her face, “Apologies, sir. We have something to do today. Our hands are tied. How about this? I'll be the host tomorrow and treat you with utmost hospitality. I hope you won't turn us down.”