Lord Protector Novel

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Zeke Williams sighed silently to himself.

Was this what people meant when they said, ‘hares could pull dead lions by the beard’?

Henry here must have taken him for a powerless cripple. Otherwise, how would a mere security guard like him

summon the guts to bully the Great Marshal himself?

Henry walked slowly towards him. “Sir, please don’t make this difficult for me.”

With an amused look on his face, Zeke said, “So, tell me. Who ordered you to hold me hostage in this room?”

Henry shook his head, refusing to answer him. “Great Marshal, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He walked next to Zeke and reached for his arm.

At that very moment, a tremor ran through Zeke’s body, and a strong gust of wind roared through the room.

In an instant, Henry had been lifted off his feet and whisked out of the room by the astral wind conjured up by Zeke.

He landed on the floor with a loud thud and started coughing up blood.

Henry turned to look at Zeke with widened eyes, fear written all over his face.

Damn it, Henry thought.

Hadn’t the Great Marshal’s life force been damaged during his fight with Frank Sullivan? Everyone believes he’s just

a useless cripple now!

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But if that were true, how could he still be so powerful now?

The entire situation felt very suspicious to Henry. The Great Marshal, an apparent cripple, had just demonstrated

abilities far more powerful than he possessed during his peak!

However, that wasn’t important now. For now, Henry had to make sure Zeke Williams didn’t make it to the Grand

Ceremony.

Clyde Thisleton had instructed him to buy time for as long as he could, in an attempt to prevent Zeke from

attending the coronation ceremony.

With a loud roar from Henry, eight security guards came dashing into the room from outside.

All of them were decked out in full military attire, the barrels of their guns trained on Zeke’s head.

Coldly, Henry said, “Sir, by attacking one of the security guards, you have proved yourself to be a terrorist.”

“I’m asking you again to cooperate with our search. Otherwise, we won’t hesitate to open fire on you.”

At that moment, Zeke’s phone rang.

The colonel’s personal bodyguard, George, was calling him.

Ignoring the guns pointed at him, Zeke picked up the phone, completely non-plussed.

George was in a huge panic. “Sir, where are you?”

“The Grand Ceremony is about to begin. You’re the main character today! How are we supposed to start without

you?”

Zeke laughed bitterly. “I arrived here ahead of time. Unfortunately, I’ve been accosted by your men and am now

being held hostage in the guards’ resting room.”

What the hell?

With a yell, George exclaimed, “What a bunch of fools!”

“Please wait a while, Sir. I’ll run over right now and skin those idiots alive!”

Zeke hung up and put his phone away.

With some difficulty, Henry scrambled up from the floor. “There’s no point in calling anyone, Sir.”

“By putting everyone’s lives in danger with your attempted terrorism, you’ve committed a grave crime. Nobody will

be able to save you.”

“You lot, take him down and lock him away! Anyone who protests will be killed immediately.”

Suddenly, an enraged roar sounded from the doorway. “Stop right there, you punks!”

A man of stocky build rushed into the room. It was George, the personal bodyguard of the colonel.

Seeing him, Henry’s heart skipped a beat.

What is this old fogey doing here?

Did Zeke Williams give him a call?

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No way, Henry thought.

In his heyday, the Great Marshal could have tried to rub elbows with George.

However, now that the Great Marshal was a cripple, why would the colonel bother to give him the time of day?

Henry hobbled up to him and said courteously, “Sir, what brings you here?”

Gritting his teeth in anger, George said, “What the hell is going on over here?”

“How dare you accost the Great Marshal and stop him from leaving?”

“If you don’t tell me right-away, I’m going to beat you lot to death.”

Quickly, Henry replied, “We’ve received a tip-off that the Great Marshal is carrying some explosives on him.”

“We tried to get him to cooperate with our search, but he refused to do so. In fact, he even struck me.”

“Sir, he poses a great danger to the safety of the people here at the ceremony. It’s my responsibility to arrest him

and ensure that he isn’t carrying any explosives!”

George didn’t back down. “A tip-off? Tell me, who exactly tipped you off?”

“They informed you over the phone, no? Hand me the recording of the phone call.”

Due to the nature of his work, Henry’s every move had to be monitored, and every phone call he made was

recorded.

Henry felt as though he had dug himself into a hole.

He didn’t have a phone recording to provide.

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