Lord Protector Novel

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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.

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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.

In the meantime, Osbert had gone to Boxing King's luxurious break room.

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The moment Osbert stepped into the room, he got down on his knees and waited for his master. He dared not

make a sound, nor did he dare move a muscle.

Boxing King was mumbling prayers under his breath. Only the prayers could suppress his bloodlust.

Once he was done with his prayers, he opened his eyes.

“Rise,” he uttered.

“Yes, sir.”

Osbert then slowly rose to his feet before shuffling to the side.

“Osbert, have you been cooping in this small place as a boxer since you've left me?”

Osbert nodded. “Yes.”

“You b*stard!” Boxing King abruptly bellowed.

His thundering voice made Osbert's legs shake, and the latter fell to his knees again.

“Master, please calm down. Please calm down.”

“Calm down? I, Boxing King, have been undefeated for so many years across the globe. All of my opponents were

either dead or crippled. My name itself makes people shake. Yet, my successor is staying in this tiny gym, content to

just be the king of this small spot. You've brought nothing but dishonor to me!”

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