Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1863

Zeke had already arranged for a private plane to send them back to Atheville. After he saw them off, he rushed to Sage Bar.

While he was on his way there, he received a phone call from Sole Wolf.

Sole Wolf said, “Zeke, we've got some useful information out of the communicator we took from Wendy.”

“Go on,” Zeke uttered.

“We checked the location history and found out that she's always around a bar called Sage Bar. I suspect that the bar could be Kush Clan's base.”

“Yes, indeed. I've gathered similar information, so what you said could be true.” Zeke nodded.

“I've already sent some spies to investigate the place. However, I haven't received any news from them yet. Zeke, do you want me to tear that place apart to find more clues?”

“No!” Zeke answered without hesitation. “We know nothing about Kush Clan. Sage Bar is our only lead. We can't afford to spook them and lose our only lead. I'm on my way there now to pay them a secret visit. Get your men out of there before they jeopardize my investigation.”

“Got it!” Sole Wolf obliged.

Before long, Zeke arrived at Sage Bar. The bar was lavish and huge, quite possibly one of the biggest bars in the area.

With just a few lackeys inside, the place was surprisingly almost empty.

One of the reasons could be that Zeke had already wiped out most of the thugs in the area. Naturally, business was sparse.

Zeke walked in, pretending to be a random customer.

“A glass of soda, please,” Zeke said to the female bartender.

The bartender was dressed in sexy clothes, and she seemed to be in a bad mood.

She raised her head lazily and asked softly, “Are you alone?”

Zeke nodded.

The bartender then poured Zeke a mug of beer. “Drink with me. It's on the house.”

“I'm sorry, but I don't drink.” Zeke rejected the beer assertively and said, “A glass of soda, please.”

“Okay.” The bartender forced a smile and poured Zeke a glass of soda.

Zeke took his drink and found a random spot to sit.

He then swept a glance around the whole place, searching for any clue that might come in useful. Much to his disappointment, there was nothing out of the ordinary about the place.

As Zeke was scanning the area, his gaze stumbled upon the bartender. He realized that she had been staring at him the whole time.

Her eyes were red, and dried traces of tears could be seen on her cheeks. She looked like she was reliving some painful memories while staring at Zeke.

Zeke picked up his glass and took a sip.

That was when the bartender realized she had been staring for a second too long. She smiled apologetically and shifted her gaze elsewhere.

What a weird woman! Zeke lowered his head and continued drinking.

A while later, Zeke pretended to go to the restroom. He then searched the whole place stealthily and found nothing suspicious.

Disappointment was written all over Zeke's face. What a fruitless visit! I guess we have no other choice but to tear this place apart now.

He went back to the main hall for a few more sips of his drink. After that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

However, just when he was approaching the entrance, a soft pair of hands grabbed onto his arm. He turned around and saw that it was the bartender who had stopped him.

“Is there something you need?” he asked her.

“Mister, can you do me a favor?”

“What is it?” Zeke asked curiously.