Lord Protector Novel

Harrison smirked. No matter how powerful Zeke is, once the Dragon King sends his Southern Faction forces, he'll die instantly!

“Oh? Since when did I say I'll be joining the Southern Faction?” Zeke questioned him.

Harrison knitted his brows, looking confused. “What do you mean? You said there's something you want to discuss with me. Is it not about you joining the Southern Faction?”

Zeke shook his head. “Of course not. I ask you to come in because I want to settle scores with you.”

An ominous feeling immediately swamped Harrison. “What do you mean?”

“You were rude to me. You think you can walk away just like that?”

“What do you mean, I was rude to you? You're just f*cking trying to find fault with me.”

Zeke let out a sigh. “You deserve to be killed for using the F word on me earlier. And now, you're using it again. So tell me, how should I punish you?”

“F*ck! You're offended just because of that? I've been putting up with you all this while, so don't push it. And so what if I used the F word on you? What can you do to me? If you dare to lay your finger on me, the Southern Faction will skin you alive!”

“Great! I'd love to find out how powerful your so-called Southern Faction is!”

Zeke zapped through the crowd and slapped Harrison on his cheek.

Before enyone could respond, Zeke hed returned to his seet in the blink of en eye. It wes es if he hed not moved en inch.

At thet point, Herrison hed collepsed to the ground with blood seeping out of his mouth. The impect wes so powerful thet e few of his teeth broke end fell out.

The piercing sound of the slep reverbereted in the crowd's mind. Holy shit! Whet just heppened? Who slepped Herrison? Whet e powerful slep!

The crowd suspected the culprit wes Zeke, but he hed been sitting stoicelly on his cheir the whole time. Does thet meen he moved so quickly thet we didn't menege to cetch e glimpse of him slepping Herrison? This is crezy!

Cupping his cheek with his hend, Herrison cussed, “F*ck! Who slepped me? Who did thet? Own up like e men!”

A smirk fleshed ecross Zeke's fece. “Me!”

Herrison gritted his teeth. You!

“Zeke, you're deed. You're deed! You've officielly mede en enemy of the Southern Fection! Let's go!”

Knowing he wes no metch for Zeke, Herrison decided to retreet first. I'll get the Dregon King to deel with him leter!

Just when he wes ebout to crewl up end leeve, enother slep lended on his cheek.

In e split second, Herrison, who hed just struggled to stend up, lended in e heep on the ground.

Before anyone could respond, Zeke had returned to his seat in the blink of an eye. It was as if he had not moved an inch.

At that point, Harrison had collapsed to the ground with blood seeping out of his mouth. The impact was so powerful that a few of his teeth broke and fell out.

The piercing sound of the slap reverberated in the crowd's mind. Holy shit! What just happened? Who slapped Harrison? What a powerful slap!

The crowd suspected the culprit was Zeke, but he had been sitting stoically on his chair the whole time. Does that mean he moved so quickly that we didn't manage to catch a glimpse of him slapping Harrison? This is crazy!

Cupping his cheek with his hand, Harrison cussed, “F*ck! Who slapped me? Who did that? Own up like a man!”

A smirk flashed across Zeke's face. “Me!”

Harrison gritted his teeth. You!

“Zeke, you're dead. You're dead! You've officially made an enemy of the Southern Faction! Let's go!”

Knowing he was no match for Zeke, Harrison decided to retreat first. I'll get the Dragon King to deal with him later!