Lord Protector Novel

Zeke answered, “To make a bet.”

What?

Emma thought that she had misheard him. She even asked him to repeat himself.

After making sure that she had not heard anything wrong, she said with disappointment, “Mr. Williams, please don't gamble. Don't you know that it's very likely that you'll lose? The money I have right now is to save Amelia's life. If you lose, then Amelia...”

Zeke consoled, “Don't worry. I swear I won't lose. I'll be able to earn billions this time, and I'll give you back all the money I earn. I won't take a single penny from you. Furthermore, I've cured Amelia's leg. You don't need to worry about her treatment anymore.”

With that said, Zeke ended the call before Emma could say anything else.

Not long after, Emma transferred fifty thousand to Zeke.

He then walked toward the betting table and placed all fifty thousand on himself.

The moment the people around him heard that he was putting a bet on Zeke Williams, they turned to look at him as if he was a weirdo.

The bookmaker laughed. “Mister, are you that determined to lose all your money?”

Zeke shook his head. “No.”

“Then why are you throwing fifty thousand into the drain? Why don't you use the money for charity instead of betting on Zeke?”

Zeke questioned, “Are you that sure that Zeke will lose?”

The bookmaker nodded vigorously. “Of course.”

“What makes you so sure?” Zeke asked.

“All right. I'll tell you something. I've received news from a trusted source that Zeke Williams has fled because he is scared of dying. That's why he's not coming for the match. Do you think it's possible that he'll win if he doesn't come to the match?”

Zeke Williams has fled?

Hearing that, Zeke barked out a laugh. “As far as I know, nothing in this world, not even gods and monsters, can make Zeke Williams flee in fear.”

The bookmaker shrugged. “Haha! You think too highly of that Williams boy.”

“You can go on and place a bet on Zeke if you don't want to heed my advice.”

Right then, a staff member of the gym walked over to greet Zeke politely.

“Mr. Williams, hello. Please come with me to the backstage for a short rest. The match is about to begin.”

Zeke nodded before turning to glare at the bookmaker.

Everyone spun around to stare at Zeke in shock. “Y-You're not Zeke Williams, are you?”

Zeke said, “I'm sorry to disappoint you. I didn't flee from the match.”

The bookmaker then scoffed, “So what if you're here? One punch from Boxing King will still end your life.”

Zeke raised his brows. “Why don't we make a bet?”

The bookmaker agreed, “Sure, let's make one. If you lose, you'll prostrate before me and make me your god. If you win, I'll lop off my head and make it your chamber pot.”

However, Zeke shook his head. “Sorry. Your head is unqualified to be my chamber pot. If I win, you'll get on your knees and slap yourself a thousand times.”

“Deal.”

Zeke then followed the staff member to the break room, walking away from the crowd that continued to talk behind his back.