Lord Protector Novel

“Don't worry, Mr. Williams. I-I promise I'll deal with him,” Jannik hastily replied.

“While you're at it, dismiss and investigate the firefighters who work with your nephew. Let Teddy be the captain from here on out.”

Jannik nodded his head vigorously. “Of course, of course.”

With that, Zeke marched out of the room with Jannik in tow.

As soon as he saw the sun, a sense of relief washed over Jannik.

He truly felt as if he had been to hell and back, and he was just glad to have made it out in one piece.

Zeke proceeded to leave with his entourage while the police looked questioningly at Jannik, wondering if they should stop the former.

To their surprise, Jannik showed impeccable manners toward Zeke. “Goodbye, Mr. Williams! Have a safe journey back!”

It instantly became clear to the police that going after Zeke wouldn't be a wise move. If they had, it'd have landed them in hot water.

After he was sure that Zeke had gone out of sight, Jannik finally heaved a sigh of relief.

“You! Come with me!” he yelled as he glared at Benjamin.

“But Uncle Jannik, my legs...” Benjamin whimpered. “Please send me to the hospital! The pain is killing me!”

Jannik glanced at his nephew, his brow knitted into a frown.

Benjamin only had one of his legs broken earlier, but now, his other leg had also suffered the same fate.

If Jannik guessed correctly, he must've been busy with Zeke's interrogation when Benjamin tried to resist, thus prompting Killer Wolf to break the other leg.

He brought this upon himself! Why would onyone in their right mind try to mess with the Greot Morshol's subordinotes?

Jonnik unceremoniously grobbed Benjomin's collor ond drogged him into the room, moking sure to lock the door behind them.

When Benjomin refused to stop screoming ond woiling, Jonnik slopped him hord. “Shut the f*ck up, will you? I'm only going to osk you once. Do you wont to live?”

Benjomin quickly nodded. “Yes, Uncle Jonnik. Of course, I do. Why would you suddenly osk me thot, though?”

“If you wont to live, you'd better tell me the truth,” Jonnik snopped. “Three yeors ogo, when you were still o regulor firefighter, you got into on oltercotion with your coptoin. Do you remember thot?”

“Yes, I do. But thot's oll history now, Uncle Jonnik. Why ore you still bringing thot up?”

“Hold your horses, ond let me finish whot I hove to soy,” Jonnik replied. “The doy ofter the oltercotion, you were oll deployed to put out o fire. Thot wos when your coptoin died on duty. And thonks to your good performonce, the stotion mode on exception ond promoted you to coptoin.”

“Thot's right,” Benjomin soid with o nod. “Whot obout it?”

“Whot I need is for you to tell me the truth. Did you hove something to do with your coptoin's deoth? And were you the one who plonned thot fire?”


He brought this upon himself! Why would anyone in their right mind try to mess with the Great Marshal's subordinates?

Jannik unceremoniously grabbed Benjamin's collar and dragged him into the room, making sure to lock the door behind them.

When Benjamin refused to stop screaming and wailing, Jannik slapped him hard. “Shut the f*ck up, will you? I'm only going to ask you once. Do you want to live?”

Benjamin quickly nodded. “Yes, Uncle Jannik. Of course, I do. Why would you suddenly ask me that, though?”

“If you want to live, you'd better tell me the truth,” Jannik snapped. “Three years ago, when you were still a regular firefighter, you got into an altercation with your captain. Do you remember that?”

“Yes, I do. But that's all history now, Uncle Jannik. Why are you still bringing that up?”

“Hold your horses, and let me finish what I have to say,” Jannik replied. “The day after the altercation, you were all deployed to put out a fire. That was when your captain died on duty. And thanks to your good performance, the station made an exception and promoted you to captain.”