Lord Protector Novel

“I doubt that there's anyone in this world that I wouldn't dare challenge. Now give me the name,” demanded Harry.

“Fine. I'll tell you. The name of the mastermind is...”

Suddenly, Three-handed pulled out two compact pistols from his sleeves and trained them on Harry.

“Surprised, Mr. Hudson? You didn't see this coming, did you?” questioned Three-handed rhetorically while holding his weapons tightly. “Stay where you are, or I'll shoot you dead. And if you think that I don't have the guts to take a life, you better think again because there's nothing that I wouldn't do when cornered.”

Harry sighed disappointedly while gazing at Three-handed. “Do you have any idea just how serious this is?”

“I do. Threatening a public official with firearms is a capital offense,” replied Three-handed.

“Since you're well aware that this will warrant you a death sentence, why do you do it anyway?”

The burly thug then responded with a bitter chuckle. “That's a pretty stupid question, if you don't mind me saying, Mr. Hudson. Who in the world would seek out death if they could live in peace? If I give you what you want, I'm as good as dead. However, if I choose to resist you, I might still get a chance to live out the rest of my life. I'm sorry, but you leave me no choice, Mr. Hudson. I promise to let you live if you let me walk out of here. How's that sound?”

“You're wrong.” Harry shook his head at Three-handed.

“How so?”

“You'll be as good as dead if you resist me now. But if you cooperate with me, you might just live to see another sunrise.”

“You're a nobody, Mr. Hudson, so please spare me the bullsh*t. I'm going to go now. Stay off my tail, or I promise you that I will shoot you.”

Three-handed then started backing away cautiously and motioned for his men to do the same.

However, the men were reluctant to abandon the casino. “Mr. Three, are we going to just let our blood and sweat go to waste? We toiled for years for this place!”

“Shut up! All that matters now is our lives, not money. Remember what I said just now? We live to fight another day.”

Having given up on persuading Three-handed and the others, Harry immediately gestured for the police officers to take action.

With a swing of his right arm, a policeman skillfully launched two daggers in Three-handed's direction.

Swoosh!

Before Three-handed even realized what the policeman did, the two daggers had already plunged into his arms, pinning him to the wall behind him.

The pair of pistols had already fallen to the ground when blood began to drip down from the immobilized man's elbows.

“Ah!” It was not until two seconds later that Three-handed felt the sharp pain in both his arms.

That was incredibly fast! How can a mere policeman be so swift that I didn't even see him move? Damn it! Those are some impressive skills!