Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1330

Alright.

Winston decided to stop their bantering. It was better to end this quickly to avoid further complications.

He pulled the trigger!

Bam! Bam!

Two bullets were heading towards Zeke’s forehead and heart simultaneously.

Let alone if the Great Marshal’s life force were still intact, even in his peak condition, he couldn’t possibly dodge two bullets at the same time.

To Winston’s surprise, Zeke did not make any move to dodge the bullets.

He stood straight in place; his right arm made a sweeping motion.

Clang! Clang!

The sound echoed in the narrow-enclosed space for a long time.

Winston’s eyes widened as he broke out in cold sweat.

Zeke had remained where he stood, unscathed and unharmed.

That crisp sound earlier was the sound of bullets hitting the ground.

With a swipe of his hand, he easily knocked away two bullets?

My God, is he even human?

The Great Marshal this strong in his prime?

A strong sense of danger dawned on him.

Winston dared not to underestimate his opponent anymore; he fired a barrage of shots at Zeke.

However, at the moment he pulled the trigger, Zeke had disappeared.

Winston continued to shoot uncontrollably despite losing his target.

He did not know what else he could do to protect himself other than firing his gun continuously.

“Don’t all these bullets cost you money to make?” A cold voice rang behind Winston.

He was instantly chilled to the bone; stunned for a moment.

Damn it!

When had Zeke appeared behind him?

He was able to change his location so quickly!

How could I have gotten myself involved with such a monster?

He instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Zeke’s punch had connected with the back of Winston’s head.

Winston fell to the floor with a loud bang, unable to muster any strength in his body.

It’s over!

In the face of such great power, he did not stand a chance.

“Great Marshal, you... your life force was never damaged!”

“You had everyone fooled!”

He yelled in defiance.

“Great Marshal?” Collins walked in from the entrance.

“You should start calling him the Dragon King now.”

“What? What Dragon King?” Winston was dumbfounded.

“King Class? You’re a King Class! You... you’ve been crowned!”

He subconsciously looked towards Zeke’s shoulders.

Under the coat, he could faintly see a badge.

‘King’ was written on it!

He really was a King Class Expert!

Crap, I’ve gone and started a fight to the death with a King Class Expert!

How foolish!

“No, no!” Winston suddenly remembered something.

“Connor had previously told me a King Class Expert wanted me to make a batch of titanium bullets for him.”

“You are a King Class Expert... did you ask for those bullets?”

“Great Marshal, I... I am willing to serve you. I will not refuse you.”

Zeke ignored him.

He snapped up one of the titanium bullets made by Winston and compared it to a bullet found in the skeletons of the fallen Seal Mercenary.

Having examined both of the bullets, Zeke was able to now confirm that both bullets were one and the same!

Crap!

Collins seethed, “Tell me. Autumn four years ago, who did you make these titanium bullets for?”

Winston shakily looked at Collins.

Why was he so angry?

“Autumn, four years ago... It was Chris.”

“Yes, I remember now. Chris had asked me to make a batch of these titanium bullets for him.”

Chris!

“So, it was you!” Collins slammed both fists on the table.

“I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t kill you!”