Lord Protector Novel

Edmund was utterly dumbfounded.

What's going on? What on earth is going on? Why does it feel as though I'm pinned down by a massive mountain? Why can't I move? Then again, there's only air around me. Besides, this is the bedroom. How can there be a mountain here? Oh my goodness. What in the world?

Edmund eyed Zeke suspiciously, only to find the latter flashing a sinister smile at him.

It must be his doing! But how... How is he so powerful?

Zeke asked coldly, “Tell me, who gave you the order?”

Edmund's voice was shaking terribly as he answered, “You... How did you do this? What's happening to me?”

Zeke pressed on, “Answer the question. Continue with your nonsense and I'll throw you out the window right now.”

Terrified, Edmund replied, “I... I don't know. The other party was wearing a mask when he came to strike a deal with me. I really don't know.”

Zeke sighed. “If death is really what you want, then you shall have it.”

With that, he manipulated the solidified energy with his mind and cast Edmund out of the window.

The man's body hung in the air. It looked as though he could crash to the ground any time.

A pitiful-looking Edmund could not move a single bit. All he could do was just stare straight at the ground that was about one hundred meters beneath him.

He was petrified.

His boss, Adrian, was not the only person who had a serious fear of heights. Edmund, too, had the same fear.

If it was not for his tough mindset, he would have fainted from fright long ago.

Sensing that his body was about to crash to the ground, Edmund hurriedly pleaded, “I'll talk! I'll talk... Please... Let me go...”

Zeke demanded, “Tell me now. Who sent you? And don't even think of lying. I have a pretty good guess of who wants me dead.”

“It's Adrian. Adrian Conrad. Mr. Conrad was the one who gave me the order.”

“Adrian Conrad? I've never heard of him. Who is he?” Zeke asked.

“He's the leader of the underworld. A local tyrant,” Edmund replied.

“I've never offended him, nor have we met. Why would he want to kill me?”

“It's Robert. Robert Quinn. He's the one who wants you dead. He knows you have someone supporting you, so he doesn't dare to kill you openly. Instead, he asked Mr. Conrad for his help to kill you without leaving any evidence,” Edmund confessed.

Zeke hissed, “Robert Quinn! The nerve of you to attack me first before I make a move on you. This is interesting.”

Edmund pleaded, “Please. I know you're a good man. Please put me back into the room.”

Seeing how his opponent was about to faint from the shock, Zeke manipulated his solidified energy once again and brought the former back into the room.

Edmund was at a total loss.

No matter how hard he tried to think, he could not figure out how his opponent could control his body without even touching him.

Did I just mess with a demon?

Zeke asked, “I have another question. Robert has a foreign-looking female secretary. You must know her, right? Where is she now?”

Edmund shook his head vehemently. “A female secretary? I don't know... I don't know...”