Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1760

Gordon was fuming.

It was one thing for Zeke to make things difficult for him.

However, it was another matter for Sole Wolf to make fun of him.

Did he disregard the high-ranking status I've maintained over the last three dynasties?

Holding his hand out, Zeke stopped Sole Wolf. “Calm down and see what he has to say for himself first. I don't want to make him die a wrongful death. Otherwise, he might come back to haunt us as a lonely, vengeful ghost.”

Sole Wolf shrugged. “There's nothing to fear. Even if he becomes a haunting spirit, I will still be sure to beat him up.”

Glaring at Sole Wolf, Gordon decided to ignore him and turned to Zeke instead. “Great Marshal, do you know what the consequences of offending a veteran of three dynasties are? You will never obtain forgiveness!”

He then challenged Zeke smugly, “Besides, I did not know Joseph was working in cahoots with Netherworld. My family was kept in the dark too. Therefore, there is no way we participated in that hideous act. Since you accused the Lewis family of betraying Eurasia, you need to produce evidence of it. Otherwise, you can't blame me for being rude to you.”

Since Gordon could barely save himself, he had no choice but to give up on helping Joseph and throw him in the lurch to save himself.

“If you want to see the evidence, I shall grant you your wish,” Zeke snarled before turning to the spies.

“Do any of you have evidence of it?”

Hurriedly, Wesley took off his jacket and flipped it inside out, revealing the small pockets that lined it.

Reaching into one of the small pockets, he took out multiple photographs.

“Great Marshal, I found out that Gordon would secretly meet up with a mysterious guest on the fifteenth of every month. He doesn't seem like a human nor a ghost, and he has a lot of negative energy. As such, I believe he is from Netherworld. These are the pictures I took. Please take a look.”

Damn it!

Gordon clenched his teeth.

He had not told anyone about his meeting with Netherworld, and even his family had no clue.

Little did he know that Wesley had been spying on him the whole time.

The main issue was that Gordon never realized it.

Enveloped in fear, Gordon reached out his hand for the photographs.

Unfortunately, Zeke used his energy to send the man flying backward before he could get his hands on them.

“Your sentence will be heavier if you try to destroy the evidence,” Zeke warned as he took the photographs and glanced through them.

Although the photos were blurred, he could still recognize the man from Netherworld with one look.

It was Valdemar, from the Ninth Branch of Netherworld.

He was the one who kidnapped Missy and wanted to take her in as an apprentice.

Staring at the pictures, Zeke narrowed his eyes and hissed, “So your family did have relations to people in Netherworld. Seeing that you meet him once a month, I guess you must be close to him too. If I don't teach you a lesson today, I am letting down hundreds of millions of people in Eurasia.”

Thud!

Zeke's energy morphed into the Dragon King Sword, which radiated a murderous aura. Instantly, everyone from the Lewis family gasped.

However, Gordon had nothing more to say in the face of substantial evidence of his crimes.

He was at a loss.

Hastily, he took off his jacket and revealed a gold vest inside.

“Y-You can't kill me. This vest was given to me by the previous three presidents I had served. It represents a prestige bestowed upon me, and I can avoid death five times. If you dare lay your finger on me, you are betraying the Imperial Decree and shall be beheaded!”

Zeke grew impatient. “As the Great Marshal of this government, I will only obey the current president's orders. Why should I bother with the three presidents that served previously?”

In response, Gordon scrambled to defend himself. “The current president will protect me too. I-I will give him a call right now.”

After some hesitation, Zeke finally nodded and agreed, “Sure. I'd like to see if he values you more or the interests of the billion population of Eurasia.”

Without wasting another second, Gordon quickly called the president's residence.

Soon, the call went through, and Gordon anxiously cried out, “Sir, please save me!”

On the other end of the line, a man with a hoarse voice replied, “What's the matter?”

“Sir, Great Marshal wants to swipe out three generations of the Lewis family. Please save us!” Gordon pleaded in desperation.

“Great Marshal is there?”

“Yes, sir,” Zeke politely stated.

“What are the offences of the Lewis family?”