Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1235

“Tell me where Tyrant is, or you’ll be dead meat!”

The scrawny man shook his head vehemently. “I really don’t know!”

Wolf’s Greed whipped out his gun and pointed it at the man’s head.

“Alright, alright! I’ll say it!” he screamed, while his final line of defense crumbed, upon the sight of the gun. “He’s at the Eastern port right now, trying to escape the country.”

Zeke got up. “Wolf’s Greed, clean this place up for me. I’m going to the Eastern ports to look for Tyrant.”

“Yes, Sir!” Wolf’s Greed saluted.

Zeke boarded his car and headed straight towards the Eastern ports.

I’ll hunt you down and kill you, for my brothers-in-arms’ sake!

The Eastern ports sat on the easternmost area of Eurasia and were the oldest ports in the country.

Due to wear and tear as well as a general decrease in traffic, it was gradually abandoned and left to rot.

As a result, it became a haven for the illegal migrants.

Zeke kept his eyes peeled for any tracks left behind by Tyrant, and he soon discovered skid marks, that led to the beaches.

A boat had just left the shore and was speeding off, into the distance.

Upon closer inspection, the person steering the boat resembled Tyrant.

There were several run-down boats by the shore that looked like former fishing boats, and Zeke decided to hop into one of them, conducting a chase.

He managed to keep Tyrant’s boat within sight as he sped along.

After about an hour of chasing, they arrived at the edge of Eurasia’s territorial waters.

Zeke frowned.

As the Great Marshal, he was forbidden from leaving Eurasia, unless it was approved by the United Nations.

Even so, he decided to press on.

I must take revenge for Black Wolf!

So what if I break a few rules?

What can they do about it anyway?

They continued their race into the international waters.

After a while more, ripples began to appear on the calm surface of the water, which later evolved into huge waves that almost knocked their boats over.

A colossal object emerged from below the surface of the water, and Zeke squinted to see what it was.

A submarine?

Tyrant approached the submarine without much hesitation.

Zeke simply stared at the submarine, still in deep thought.

It looks like he’d come prepared... They might be leading me into a trap!

Whatever. They won’t be able to defeat me anyway.

Their little tricks won’t knock someone as powerful as me down!

Without haste, Zeke boarded the submarine too.

Tyrant scurried down the corridors of the submarine, drenched from head-to-toe.

Zeke chased him, and the two of them continued running until they had reached the tail of the submarine.

An old man with a white mustache sat by the tail, with a fishing rod in his hand, completely ignoring the two people behind him.

Tyrant ran over to him and announced, “Sir, he’s here.”

“Very good!” the old man muttered, smiling.

He turned around slowly and glanced at Zeke.

Zeke returned his smile. “I know you. You’re the one who escaped death by chance, the last time we’d met. Did you get Tyrant to lead me here just to kill yourself for your crimes?”

The old man was none other than Pike!

Pike flew into a rage. “You reckless b******! You’re the one dying today, not me!”

“Fine then,” Zeke drawled. “Show me what you’ve got. I’ll kill every last one of them and avenge my brother-in-arms!”

“Hah! Good luck then!” Pike mocked as he stood up, slowly. “Everyone! Show yourselves!”

Whoosh!

His goons began to emerge from the shadows, filling the deck.

All of them were bloodthirsty Archdukes who savored every kill.

Unfortunately for Zeke, he was outnumbered, fifteen-to-one.