Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1642

Fourth Lord sneered, “Are you the one responsible?”

Zeke squinted his eyes. “Are you Hound's boss? Did you order him to harm my wife and daughter?”

Fourth Lord didn't know that Lacey was the Great Marshal's wife, let alone realize that the man standing before him was the Great Marshal himself.

He nodded arrogantly. “I did. So what are you going to do about it?”

Zeke asked, “So, do you have a superior? Please get all of them here so that I can save my time and eradicate all of you in one go.”

Fourth Lord thundered, “You ignorant fool. How dare you speak such brazen words? Setting aside the two hundred martial artists that came with me, I alone am enough to crush you. Perhaps you're not aware, but I am an Archduke Class warrior. Only a few exceptional warriors in Eurasia can defeat me, but certainly not someone like you.”

Zeke sighed in disappointment when he realized he had overestimated Fourth Lord.

Evidently, Fourth Lord was nothing but an imbecile.

In fact, Zeke would sully his hands if he were to personally finish the man off.

How dare he proclaim that only a few men in Eurasia can defeat him? That's simply ridiculous.

Putting aside the King Class warriors of the Four Hidden Sects and the official King Class warriors led by Ares, any one of the six hundred warriors of Azure Dragon was capable of crushing him.

Given what a low-level warrior Fourth Lord was, Zeke decided to let Alfred finish him off.

However, the neighbors weren't on the same page as he was.

Although they didn't know how powerful an Archduke Class warrior was, they were aware that Eurasia's Great Marshal was an Archduke Class warrior too.

By that logic, they thought that Fourth Lord must be exceptionally powerful, considering he was on par with the Great Marshal.

Consequently, they weren't optimistic about Zeke's chances of survival.

When they tried to persuade Zeke to back down and submit, he replied, “Don't worry. He doesn't deserve my personal attention yet.”

Then he turned to Alfred and said, “Alfred, be my guest.”

Alfred nodded. “Leave it to me.”

Getting up to his feet, he approached Fourth Lord step by step.

Fourth Lord was outraged.

How dare this kid look down on me? What a humiliation!

He instructed his subordinates, “Take him down!”

With a vicious look in their eyes, the warriors tightened their encirclement.

Alfred smirked. “Forth Lord, you're so full of yourself. Let me see how strong your men really are, then!”

Pulling out a cigarette holder, he lit it up and smoked leisurely.

All the enemies in the yard were infuriated.

How can he still have the mood to smoke under such circumstances? He must be looking down on us!

“Kill him!” the warriors in the yard roared as they charged at Alfred.

The neighbors' pupils constricted as they felt a chill down their spines.

The old man is a goner. All these men are martial artists, unlike Hound and his subordinates who are just street hoodlums. He might be able to take down Hound, but the same cannot be said of this group of warriors who are many times stronger than Hound.

Some of the neighbors gradually closed their eyes, as they couldn't bear to watch.

As both sides clashed, the younger enemies launched their fists decisively against Alfred.

However, Alfred remained unfazed as he avoided the attacks effortlessly.

Instead of looking like someone in his seventies, he fought as if he was in the prime of his youth.

Whenever he had the opportunity, he would stab his cigarette holder on the enemies' heads.

Every time he struck, he would find his target and immobilize the attacker.