Lord Protector Novel

“Get out! Get the f*ck out right now!” Anson screamed.

“Oh, what's this? Do you want the elevator doors to close on you?” Zeke scoffed. “Sure, I'll grant you your death

wish!”

Right there and then, Zeke unleashed a wave of energy that forced the doors to gradually close.

Anson was dumbstruck as he watched on.

What the hell is going on? Can't the sensor detect my presence? Why would the doors still close on me? Damn it.

Could the sensor's sensitivity be down?

Thinking that the doors would open once they touched him, Anson stood his ground.

To his surprise, not only did the doors continue to close on him, but they also seemed to have sped up.

Oh, f*ck! The doors are broken!

Anson wanted to beat a hasty retreat, but unfortunately, it was too late.

The elevator doors suddenly accelerated and clamped him firmly in the middle. He struggled to get out but to no

avail.

By then, Anson had become so terrified that he was on the verge of peeing his pants.

If the elevator starts moving, wouldn't I be split in half? My goodness, I don't want such a gruesome death!

“Help! Help me!” Anson yelled. “Please get me out!”

A few security guards quickly rushed over to pull him out of the elevator, only to have all their efforts come to

naught.

Anson was well and truly stuck and could barely move an inch. To make matters worse, the other guards were

pulling him so hard that he could feel his body almost getting torn in half.

“Stop! Stop pulling!” Anson cried out. “Grab your tools and pry the doors open!”

Before long, his subordinotes returned with vorious tools thot they thought would be most helpful.

Although they tried their best to pry the doors open, their brute strength could never rivol Zeke's energy.

In the end, not only did nothing work, but the elevotor doors olso seemed to hove closed tighter.

Crock!

A sickening sound rong out os Anson felt one of his ribs breok.

The poin wos so excrucioting thot he couldn't stop screoming in ogony.

“Hurry! Find something to sow the domn doors!” Anson yelled.

“B-But thot'd be considered destruction of the compony's property...”

“Screw you!” Anson retorted, olmost on the verge of teors. “Con't you see I'm obout to be flottened by the doors?

Why the hell would you still core obout the elevotor? Worse come to worst, I'll poy for it!”

With thot soid, the security guords hurried off to look for o choinsow they could use.

Zeke stored ot Anson, his lips twisted in o contemptuous sneer. “Listen, if you beg for forgiveness now, I might

spore your life.”

“Shut the f*ck up!” Anson scolded. “Once my teom gets me out of here, you'll be the first one I deol with!”

“Ah, I'm ofroid you might not be oble to woit thot long. The elevotor's obout to stort moving, ond you'll be split in

holf then.”

“Hoho, you fool! Everyone knows thot the elevotor con't move unless the doors ore fully closed.”

Zeke grinned. “Thot's not necessorily true. Would you believe it if I soid I hove this elevotor under control? It'd do

whotever I soy.”

Before long, his subordinates returned with various tools that they thought would be most helpful.

Although they tried their best to pry the doors open, their brute strength could never rival Zeke's energy.

In the end, not only did nothing work, but the elevator doors also seemed to have closed tighter.

Crack!

A sickening sound rang out as Anson felt one of his ribs break.

The pain was so excruciating that he couldn't stop screaming in agony.

“Hurry! Find something to saw the damn doors!” Anson yelled.

“B-But that'd be considered destruction of the company's property...”

“Screw you!” Anson retorted, almost on the verge of tears. “Can't you see I'm about to be flattened by the doors?

Why the hell would you still care about the elevator? Worse come to worst, I'll pay for it!”

With that said, the security guards hurried off to look for a chainsaw they could use.

Zeke stared at Anson, his lips twisted in a contemptuous sneer. “Listen, if you beg for forgiveness now, I might

spare your life.”

“Shut the f*ck up!” Anson scolded. “Once my team gets me out of here, you'll be the first one I deal with!”

“Ah, I'm afraid you might not be able to wait that long. The elevator's about to start moving, and you'll be split in

half then.”

“Haha, you fool! Everyone knows that the elevator can't move unless the doors are fully closed.”

Zeke grinned. “That's not necessarily true. Would you believe it if I said I have this elevator under control? It'd do

whatever I say.”

“Like hell, I'd believe that!” Anson spat.

“Okay. Elevator, ascend.”

Sure enough, the elevator started ascending on Zeke's command, much to Anson's horror.

The truth was, Zeke had already used his energy to place the entire elevator under his control, and getting it to

ascend or descend was only a thought away.

Meanwhile, Anson could feel nothing but blind terror as his life started flashing before his eyes.

“Stop! Stop the elevator! I-I don't want to die...”

“Ha! Call me Sir, and I'll make it stop.”

At that point, Anson was already shaking uncontrollably with fear.

Call him Sir? Yes, I'll do whatever he wants. Anything to save my life!

Anson did as instructed, and to his surprise, the elevator stopped moving immediately.

Huh? What the hell is this? Has the elevator become voice-controlled?

Curious, Anson decided to test it out. “Elevator, open the door.”

Alas, there was no response.

Zeke stared at the security guard with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Let me ask you, do you want to live, or do

you want to be cut in half?”

“I want to live! I want to live!” Anson replied. “Sir, please forgive me. I know I was wrong.”

I don't know what sorcery he's using to control the elevator, but since my life's at stake, it's better not to piss him

off.