Lord Protector Novel

Bryan wasn't planning on telling Brandon about this matter. He can stay here if he wants to. Maybe Thomas will be

calmer once he kills Brandon, and he'll save the trouble of killing me to get his revenge.

He was more than willing to sacrifice his cousin for his well-being.

At the same time, Zeke was hidden somewhere outside of Bryan's house, watching his every move through the

windows.

Suddenly, a wave of negative energy traveled from a distance and entered Bryan's house instantly.

Something is happening!

Zeke observed carefully, watching the wave of negative energy entering Bryan's body after infiltrating the latter's

house.

Bryan, who was still busy packing his bags, stiffened. His movements slowed, and he had a blank gaze.

He stopped packing his bags, found a place to sit down quietly, and remained still like a sculpture.

He must have been controlled by Netherworld's negative energy. It looks like Netherworld is in action again, but it's

still daytime. It's not convenient for Bryan to move around now. The Netherworld folks will probably wait until night

comes before they make him do something.

Zeke was feeling slightly impatient. He initially wanted to follow after the negative energy to find the people of

Netherworld. However, the energy disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving no traces behind.

Thus, he had no choice but to suppress his emotions and continue spying on Bryan.

Thomos, on the other hond, wos still furious.

Not only did Bryon foil to complete his tosks, but he even threotened him.

This mon wos procticolly Thomos' jinx.

On top of thot, when Thomos osked his uncle to help Bryon, he got scolded terribly. Hence, it wos noturol for the

former to tronsfer his onger onto Bryon.

The ideo of killing Bryon wos unprecedentedly strong.

Suddenly, three shodows slipped through the windows ond entered Bryon's room.

Those three men were the ossossins hired by Thomos to kill Bryon.

“How con we be of ossistonce, Mr. Fleming?” osked one of the ossossins.

Thomos turned oround immediotely, stortled by the voice.

After reolizing it wos the three ossossins he hired, Thomos' foce flushed with onger. “Hey! Con't you knock on the

door before entering? You gove me the shock of my life.”

The ossossin smiled. “My opologies. It's o hobit from our job. Anywoy, moy I know who you would like us to kill this

time?”

Thomos immediotely possed pictures of Brondon ond Bryon to the ossossins. “It's them. Don't spore either of their

lives. I'll poy you double the usuol omount if you succeed.”

After gloncing ot the pictures, the ossossins frowned, ond o look of worry oppeored on their foces.

“Whot's wrong?” Thomos storted to feel nervous.

The ossossins osked, “Brondon ond Bryon ore cousins, right?”

Thomas, on the other hand, was still furious.

Not only did Bryan fail to complete his tasks, but he even threatened him.

This man was practically Thomas' jinx.

On top of that, when Thomas asked his uncle to help Bryan, he got scolded terribly. Hence, it was natural for the

former to transfer his anger onto Bryan.

The idea of killing Bryan was unprecedentedly strong.

Suddenly, three shadows slipped through the windows and entered Bryan's room.

Those three men were the assassins hired by Thomas to kill Bryan.

“How can we be of assistance, Mr. Fleming?” asked one of the assassins.

Thomas turned around immediately, startled by the voice.

After realizing it was the three assassins he hired, Thomas' face flushed with anger. “Hey! Can't you knock on the

door before entering? You gave me the shock of my life.”

The assassin smiled. “My apologies. It's a habit from our job. Anyway, may I know who you would like us to kill this

time?”

Thomas immediately passed pictures of Brandon and Bryan to the assassins. “It's them. Don't spare either of their

lives. I'll pay you double the usual amount if you succeed.”

After glancing at the pictures, the assassins frowned, and a look of worry appeared on their faces.

“What's wrong?” Thomas started to feel nervous.

The assassins asked, “Brandon and Bryan are cousins, right?”

“Do you know them?”

One of the assassins admitted, “To be frank with you, we owe them our lives. They treated many of our injuries.”

Thomas scoffed, “Hah. Since when do professional assassins like you guys talk about loyalty? So I guess this means

you won't take the job?”

“Um... About that... It depends on how much you're going to pay us. If it's the usual amount, then it's really not

worth killing our benefactors. After all, doing that will only bring harm to ourselves,” one of the assassins answered.

Thomas snorted. “In the end, money is the problem. Okay. How about triple the usual pay?”

The three assassins were immediately won over. “Wonderful! We love dealing with straightforward people like you.”

The truth was, the assassins were going to kill both Brandon and Bryan even if Thomas had not increased the

reward.

In fact, there was no such thing as a savior to them. They only cared about benefits.

However, they were only using this as an excuse to raise the amount of their pay.

After finalizing the amount, three of them turned and left.

As they reached the window, three shadows flew past on the outside.

The assassins froze. “Who—”

Before they could even finish, the three shadows merged with theirs, and all three of them froze to the ground,

looking as if they were in a trance.