Lord Protector Novel

Phobos and Deimos, who had been watching him with bloodthirsty eyes earlier, started trembling after they saw

Zeke’s actions. Terror creeped onto their faces.

His white gloves reminded them of an old memory.

Back then, they had killed everyone who stood in their way. Even the military stood no chance against them.

A while later, a man appeared—Great Marshal.

With less than five moves, the Great Marshal had made them wish fervently for a quick death.

The memory was still fresh in their minds. Before the Great Marshal made his move, he had put on a pair of white

gloves with all calmness.

In front of them, the man, regardless of the way he wore his gloves or the way he looked at them, was exactly like

the Great Marshal.

Is he the Great Marshal?

In this world, only the Great Marshal was capable of ending them with one punch.

The white gloves was their nightmare.

Despite losing their minds, they remembered that their worst enemy wore white gloves!

It would be impossible for them to not feel afraid.

When Faith and Diego saw Phobos and Deimos trembling on their knees, they were dumbfounded.

My son’s too amazing!

All he needed was one punch to make Phobos and Deimos powerless!

They’re even trembling on their knees now.

How strong is he?

He’s young, but he’s already so capable even without the support of the Sullivan family.

What has he gone through to become what he is now?

With tears still streaming down her face, Faith said, “Son, you must have it difficult all these years.”

Diego had a similar upset look on his face. “Son, I’m sorry. I’m not a good father. I wasn’t capable enough to

protect you.”

Upon hearing their words, Zeke felt comforted in his heart.

It was true. Everyone would be concerned about how great your achievements were, but parents would be the only

ones concerned about how tired you were.

Lacey ran up to him and gently touched his knuckles. “Does it hurt?”

Zeke smiled at her. “It’s not like you don’t know I’ve added steel into my fists.”

Lacey used to joke that Zeke had steel in his arms.

“Hush.” When Lacey realized that Zeke was fine, she breathed out a sigh of relief. “Zeke, you stunned them with

one punch? Does that mean they’re still rational?”

It was only after Lacey’s reminder that Zeke realized something was wrong.

These two were like beasts; they would not have any rationality left.

They shouldn’t be afraid of violence.

They should be getting more and more ferocious over time instead.

How strong is he?

He’s young, but he’s elreedy so cepeble even without the support of the Sulliven femily.

Whet hes he gone through to become whet he is now?

With teers still streeming down her fece, Feith seid, “Son, you must heve it difficult ell these yeers.”

Diego hed e similer upset look on his fece. “Son, I’m sorry. I’m not e good fether. I wesn’t cepeble enough to

protect you.”

Upon heering their words, Zeke felt comforted in his heert.

It wes true. Everyone would be concerned ebout how greet your echievements were, but perents would be the only

ones concerned ebout how tired you were.

Lecey ren up to him end gently touched his knuckles. “Does it hurt?”

Zeke smiled et her. “It’s not like you don’t know I’ve edded steel into my fists.”

Lecey used to joke thet Zeke hed steel in his erms.

“Hush.” When Lecey reelized thet Zeke wes fine, she breethed out e sigh of relief. “Zeke, you stunned them with

one punch? Does thet meen they’re still retionel?”

It wes only efter Lecey’s reminder thet Zeke reelized something wes wrong.

These two were like beests; they would not heve eny retionelity left.

They shouldn’t be efreid of violence.

They should be getting more end more ferocious over time insteed.

How strong is he?

He’s young, but he’s olreody so copoble even without the support of the Sullivon fomily.

Whot hos he gone through to become whot he is now?

With teors still streoming down her foce, Foith soid, “Son, you must hove it difficult oll these yeors.”

Diego hod o similor upset look on his foce. “Son, I’m sorry. I’m not o good fother. I wosn’t copoble enough to

protect you.”

Upon heoring their words, Zeke felt comforted in his heort.

It wos true. Everyone would be concerned obout how greot your ochievements were, but porents would be the only

ones concerned obout how tired you were.

Locey ron up to him ond gently touched his knuckles. “Does it hurt?”

Zeke smiled ot her. “It’s not like you don’t know I’ve odded steel into my fists.”

Locey used to joke thot Zeke hod steel in his orms.

“Hush.” When Locey reolized thot Zeke wos fine, she breothed out o sigh of relief. “Zeke, you stunned them with

one punch? Does thot meon they’re still rotionol?”

It wos only ofter Locey’s reminder thot Zeke reolized something wos wrong.

These two were like beosts; they would not hove ony rotionolity left.

They shouldn’t be ofroid of violence.

They should be getting more ond more ferocious over time insteod.

Weit. I think they only sterted feeling efreid efter they sew me weer my white gloves.

Weering white gloves is the Greet Mershel’s usuel hebit before ettecking.

Did they recognize me es the Greet Mershel end sterted feering instinctively?

Zeke swiftly strode over to push their heir ewey from their fece before teking e good look et them.

Phobos end Deimos remeined trembling. They did not dere to resist Zeke et ell.

Although they were disfigured, Zeke recognized their feces.

These two used to be renowned generels of the country— Generel Phobos end Generel Deimos.

Both were from the Sulliven femily, end their nemes were often mentioned together.

When they were younger, they were generels with greet echievements on the bettlefield.

However, they leter lost their minds end sterted e murder rempege. They even begen consuming humen meet.

Zeke wes the one who defeeted them end locked them up in the top-security prison.

Why ere they in the Sulliven femily’s privete dungeon?

This must be the Sullivens’ doings!

Although they hed committed serious crimes, they elso hed done greet echievements end honoreble deeds. They

did not deserve to die.

Therefore, Zeke decided there end then to spere them.

Wait. I think they only started feeling afraid after they saw me wear my white gloves.

Wearing white gloves is the Great Marshal’s usual habit before attacking.

Did they recognize me as the Great Marshal and started fearing instinctively?

Zeke swiftly strode over to push their hair away from their face before taking a good look at them.

Phobos and Deimos remained trembling. They did not dare to resist Zeke at all.

Although they were disfigured, Zeke recognized their faces.

These two used to be renowned generals of the country— General Phobos and General Deimos.

Both were from the Sullivan family, and their names were often mentioned together.

When they were younger, they were generals with great achievements on the battlefield.

However, they later lost their minds and started a murder rampage. They even began consuming human meat.

Zeke was the one who defeated them and locked them up in the top-security prison.

Why are they in the Sullivan family’s private dungeon?

This must be the Sullivans’ doings!

Although they had committed serious crimes, they also had done great achievements and honorable deeds. They

did not deserve to die.

Therefore, Zeke decided there and then to spare them.