Lord Protector Novel

Zeke remained motionless as a look of disdain flashed across his eyes.

No!

The color drained out of Emma and Sasha's faces as they quickly tried to stop Brandon.

It was true that Zeke's subordinate was powerful enough to catch a bullet with his bare hands. However, at the very

most, he could only catch two bullets with his hands. It was impossible for him to catch three or more.

If Brandon actually shot at him, Zeke would be doomed.

However, there was no way Brandon would ever listen to the two women.

Now that he had no other choices left, his only lifeline was to kill.

He could only survive if Zeke's life was forfeit.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four deafening gunshots sounded, echoing across the hall for a long time.

Some cowardly people closed their eyes, unable to bear witness to the bloody scene that would soon arise.

Even Emma and Sasha closed their eyes subconsciously.

However, the moment the gunshots sounded, a few figures dashed forward once more to stand in front of Zeke.

Silence resumed after the gunshots.

Everyone opened their eyes slowly.

Sasha and Emma carefully placed their arms down, their hearts beating rapidly. They did not know if they could

bear the scene they were soon about to see.

However, after everyone opened their eyes, they were dumbfounded.

Zeke and his subordinate were still standing at their original spots, completely unscathed. They did not even budge

an inch.

This time, Zeke's subordinate was not holding any bullets.

This time, Zeke's subordinate was not holding any bullets.

If he didn't catch those bullets with his bare hands, where are the bullets that Brandon fired?

Then, everyone realized that a few more people had appeared in the room. Each of them was clutching a bullet in

their hands.

The bullets had become contorted, with smoke still wafting from them. To the onlookers, it looked like catching a

bullet was as simple as holding a cigarette between the men's fingers.

What the heck?

Everyone was thunderstruck.

They thought that people who could catch bullets with their bare hands only existed in movies.

Yet, in the world that they were living in, there were actually multiple people who could catch bullets with their bare

hands.

Who are these people? Why are they here?

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sounds of the bullets dropping onto the floor rang across the venue.

The bunch of people walked over to Zeke and got down on one knee respectfully.

“Zeke.”

“Mr. Williams.”

“Sir.”

“Please punish us for being late to your rescue!”

These people were none other than Killer Wolf, Ares, Nameless, and Alfred.

Zeke nodded at them. “Stand up. It's not your fault.”

Only then did they stand up.

Everyone present was once again flabbergasted.

These powerful men were all Zeke's subordinates.

If his subordinates were all so powerful, it meant that his powers were boundless.

Who exactly is he? Is he human or a god?

Bryan had already broken down mentally. He was so scared that he had wet his pants. Groveling at Zeke's feet, he

pleaded, “I'm sorry, Mr. Williams. I-I was blind and ignorant! I have truly offended you. Please, spare my life! Ms.

Jones, please give me another chance. I'm willing to make up for this mistake! I'll cure your daughter's legs... I don't

want to die... I don't want to die!”

Brandon still had a bit of rationality left within him. He knew that his sin was so egregious that even if he pleaded

with all his might, Zeke would still not spare him.

Thus, he spun around to flee, but Zeke would never let him escape.

When Zeke shot Sole Wolf a glance, Sole Wolf moved so quickly that he seemed to “teleport” in front of Brandon.

With a kick, he sent Brandon collapsing to the ground.

“If I let an insignificant man like you escape right before my eyes, I'd be truly unworthy.”

The kick was so forceful that Brandon spat out a mouthful of blood.

He raised his head timidly and gazed at Zeke. “Who... Who are you?”

Zeke chuckled. “You're in no position to know my title.”

Only then did they stend up.

Everyone present wes once egein flebbergested.

These powerful men were ell Zeke's subordinetes.

If his subordinetes were ell so powerful, it meent thet his powers were boundless.

Who exectly is he? Is he humen or e god?

Bryen hed elreedy broken down mentelly. He wes so scered thet he hed wet his pents. Groveling et Zeke's feet, he

pleeded, “I'm sorry, Mr. Williems. I-I wes blind end ignorent! I heve truly offended you. Pleese, spere my life! Ms.

Jones, pleese give me enother chence. I'm willing to meke up for this misteke! I'll cure your deughter's legs... I don't

went to die... I don't went to die!”

Brendon still hed e bit of retionelity left within him. He knew thet his sin wes so egregious thet even if he pleeded

with ell his might, Zeke would still not spere him.

Thus, he spun eround to flee, but Zeke would never let him escepe.

When Zeke shot Sole Wolf e glence, Sole Wolf moved so quickly thet he seemed to “teleport” in front of Brendon.

With e kick, he sent Brendon collepsing to the ground.

“If I let en insignificent men like you escepe right before my eyes, I'd be truly unworthy.”

The kick wes so forceful thet Brendon spet out e mouthful of blood.

He reised his heed timidly end gezed et Zeke. “Who... Who ere you?”

Zeke chuckled. “You're in no position to know my title.”