Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1323

Zeke looked amused. With a twinkle in his eye, he asked, “How sure are you that I wasn’t at the ceremony?”

“Stop spouting rubbish,” Clyde chortled. “I was there at the ceremony. If you were there, as you claim to be, wouldn’t I have spotted you?”

“Men, break his arms!”

Immediately, five stocky men lumbered up to Zeke. Each of them had an ax in their hands.

Clyde had borrowed these men from Connor. They were ruthless and cold-blooded and had been specifically trained for killing.

Connor’s Firewall Unit was one of the best in Eurasia. These killers were experts.

Smiling wickedly, Clyde said, “Zeke, I’ll give you a choice. You can break your arms by yourself, or I’ll have my men here do it for you.”

Everyone was silent, waiting for an intervention.

Suddenly, Diego jumped forward and shouted, “Stop right there!”

Turning to look at him with a rather displeased expression, Clyde said, “What’s that I’m hearing? Are you refusing to uphold your son’s end of the bet?”

Diego took a deep breath. “Of course not.”

“However, I’m Zeke’s father. I wish to suffer the punishment in his place.”

“I’ll break both my arms and make good on my son’s promise to you.”

Immediately, Daniel interrupted him. “Diego, don’t be reckless.”

Turning to Clyde, he continued, “I know that your family has always been interested in taking over Linton Group.”

“We’re willing to hand over the ownership of Linton Group to you if you promise to spare Zeke’s arms.”

“Zeke’s life force has already been damaged beyond repair. He no longer poses any threat to you. Please let him go.”

Zeke felt a rush of warmth in his heart.

No matter what, blood would always be thicker than water.

However, Clyde turned down their offers coldly. “My apologies. This opportunity for me to break Clyde’s arms is a priceless one, and I’m not going to pass it up.”

“Don’t bother trying to compromise.”

“Still aren’t going to do it yourself, Zeke? Maybe you’d like the help of my men.”

Clyde shot a look at the five stocky men, and they started lumbering towards Zeke, axes in hand.

Their steely gazes were fixed on his arms.

Watching this, the Hintons and Williamses trembled with terror.

However, Zeke remained perfectly calm. “Clyde, you say you’ve won the bet. Tell me, then, to whom did you transfer the Third Military Factory?”

Clyde replied instantly, “The Third Military Factory is now under the ownership of my father, of course.”

“Oh, really?” Zeke felt very amused.

“Stop it with this nonsense!” Clyde thundered.

“Although you weren’t present at the scene, you must have watched the Grand Ceremony on TV! Connor handed over the ownership transfer documents to the King Class warrior.”

“And the King Class Warrior happens to be my father, Archduke Ares!”

“I gave a call to my father just now, and he promised to hand over the management of the factory to me.”

Zeke was non-plussed. “Let me confirm what you just said.”

“You said you transferred the ownership of the Third Military Factory to your father, right?”

Arrogantly, Clyde replied, “Of course.”

However, Zeke shook his head. “My apologies. I don’t have a loser son like you.”

Hearing this rather ridiculous declaration, everyone fell silent with shock.

Was the revered Great Marshal deliberately making a fool of Clyde Thisleton?

That couldn’t be it.

In an instant, Clyde’s face had clouded over with embarrassment and rage. Shaking with anger, he roared, “Zeke Williams, what do you mean by that?”

Zeke Williams reached into his coat pocket and took out a stack of documents. Flinging it carelessly onto the table, he said, “I’m sorry to break it to you, but the ownership transfer documents are with me.”

“Since you said you handed them over to your father, I suppose I’m your father now.”

What?

Thunderstruck, everyone stared at the documents on the table in awe.

Was this really the ownership transfer documents of the Third Military Factory?

How did Zeke manage to get his hands on them?

Everyone had seen it for themselves when the King Class warrior accepted them from Connor Black.

A damning realization suddenly dawned on them.

“That’s impossible!” Clyde snatched up the documents and started scanning through them frantically.

A moment later, a cruel smile spread across his face. “These ownership transfer documents are fake.”

“How dare you make a counterfeit copy of them! Do you know how severe of a crime that is?”