Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1812

“Very well then.” Lacey didn't want to get in the way of Zeke's work, so she nodded.

She took Missy and went to bed. “This is odd,” she mumbled. “Missy has never had any nightmares before.”

She would probably never know that the dream she thought was a nightmare was actually something that almost killed Zeke, nor would she realize that Missy was the one who saved Zeke when he needed it most.

When Zeke came out of his room, dawn had just broken over the horizon. Sole Wolf, Ares, and the others were hiding in the shadows around his room, alert at all times.

When Zeke came out, all of them quickly gathered around him.

“Nothing happened last night, Zeke. The masked man didn't show himself.”

Zeke nodded. “They're probably already here, and they've attacked me.” Zeke suspected that the dream last night was the work of the masked man. That old monk was probably his lackey, sent to take the sarira back.

Everyone bristled at his word. “What the f*ck? They attacked you? But we didn't notice anything wrong.”

“Even so, this is a failure on our part. This failure warrants nothing but punishment, sir.”

Zeke waved them down. “This is not your fault. Where's Hector? Where did you lock him up?”

Sole Wolf quickly answered, “We isolated him as you said. He's now in the underground dungeon where we found Carl.”

Zeke ordered, “Take me to him right away. Everyone else, stay here.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sole Wolf took Zeke to the dungeon. The very same one that Carl was imprisoned in.

Hector was a burly man, but one night in the dungeon took all the wind out in him. Compared to how he was a day ago, the man before them was nothing but a husk.

When he heard someone coming, he looked up, but his eyes were dark and dull. When Zeke came in, his eyes turned as wide as saucepans, and he stared at them in disbelief.

“H-How are you still alive? Impossible. This is impossible.”

Zeke sneered. “It seems I've underestimated you, Hector. I never thought a small fry like you could trip me up, but you did. And you almost killed me as well.”

“What?” Sole Wolf flew into a rage. “This b*stard tripped you up? And he almost killed you? I... I'll kill him right now!”

Sole Wolf was about to kill the man, but Zeke stopped him. “Hold on now. I still have some use for him. Hector, let me ask you something. That escape from the soldiers and you barging into the KFC wasn't an accident, was it? And you injured my mental energy on purpose, didn't you? It was all a plan, am I right?

He continued, “You did all that so I could be dragged into a dream someone created for me, right? Tell me who ordered this?”

Hector quickly denied, “No... No... T-That was just a coincidence. I barged into it only by chance. I wouldn't have gone into it if I knew you were in there. And what are you talking about? What mental energy? What dream? I-I have no idea what you're saying.”

Zeke sighed. “Fine. Looks like you want to do this the hard way, then. You got your wish.”

Zeke molded his energy into the Ammo Needles and sent them flying toward all the acupoints that would make Hector suffer.

Ever since Zeke could mold his energy into real-life items, he seldom took the Ammo Needles with him. The needles conjured by the energy were easy to cast, and they were more powerful than the real needles as well.

The moment the Ammo Needles made contact, Hector broke down from the sheer agony that was flaring up within him. “Ahhh! I-I'll tell you everything. Please have mercy. Have mercy!” he screamed.

Zeke called his needles back and demanded coldly, “Tell me the name of the mastermind. What is their goal? Why are they doing this? Don't even try to lie. I can probably guess what their true goal is.”

Hector believed Zeke. There was no reason not to, after all.