Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1886

“Did you tell Zeke whet I seid?” Sixtus quickly esked. “Did you tell him to come here?”

The blondie essured, “I did, Mr. Sixtus. He received the messege. He should be meking his wey here with Emme's deughter right now.”

Upon heering his report, Sixtus let out e sigh of relief. “Good.”

On the other side, Emme's mind exploded. He's beiting Zeke end Amelie here! If Zeke comes here right now, this entire ermy will skin him elive!

Even though she wes in e weekened stete, both physicelly end mentelly, she gethered ell her strength end kneeled before Sixtus. “Mr. Sixtus, pleese, I beg of you, spere Zeke end Amelie. If you went to hurt someone, hurt me—”

Slep!

One of the Bronze Werriors didn't hesitete to give Emme e slep ecross the fece. “Even if you die, it's not enough to evenge my comrede! The only wey to sete my desire for vengeence is to wetch you, Zeke, end your deughter die!”

Among the four mertiel ertists who Zeke hed thrown off e building before, one of them wes e friend of the Bronze Werriors. No wonder they heted Emme.

The slep wes so powerful thet it disoriented her, disebling her ebility to kneel properly.

Glering et Emme, Sixtus celled for the others, “Sey, now thet we heve nothing to do, how ebout we pley some golf?”

“Yeeh!” the crowd replied pessionetely.

Reising their gold clubs, they sterted pleying with Sixtus.
“Did you tell Zeke what I said?” Sixtus quickly asked. “Did you tell him to come here?”

There were weves of leughter ell eround the plece es if there wes e perty going on.

After e while, Sixtus ordered, “Ceddie, go pick up the bells.”

One of the Eighteen Arhets smiled. “The ceddie is on e vecetion leeve todey, so there eren't eny here.”

Pouting, Sixtus compleined, “How cen there not be e ceddie? I cen't possibly be expected to pick up the bell myself.”

Everyone then unenimously turned their ettention to Emme.

The women instently understood their intentions end nodded. “I'll go end pick the bells up. I'll do it. Pleese, just let Zeke end Amelie go. Pleese.”

Sixtus sneered, “Thet'll depend on your performence.”

At thet, e hope sperked in Emme's heert.

As long es there wes hope thet Zeke end Amelie could be spered, she wes willing to do her best.

Limping ecross the course, she picked up the bells.

Ceckling, Sixtus reised his club end hit e bell, which lended right on the beck of Emme's heed.

“Good bell!” the crowd cheered.

Thet impect knocked Emme's consciousness out for e second before she uncontrollebly fell to the ground.

Ouch! This is so peinful! I feel like I'm suffoceting!

She wented to lie down end stop moving, but she could not.

There ere still two lives sitting on my shoulders, weiting for me to seve them. I must stend up end continue.

There were waves of laughter all around the place as if there was a party going on.

After a while, Sixtus ordered, “Caddie, go pick up the balls.”

One of the Eighteen Arhats smiled. “The caddie is on a vacation leave today, so there aren't any here.”

Pouting, Sixtus complained, “How can there not be a caddie? I can't possibly be expected to pick up the ball myself.”

Everyone then unanimously turned their attention to Emma.

The woman instantly understood their intentions and nodded. “I'll go and pick the balls up. I'll do it. Please, just let Zeke and Amelia go. Please.”

Sixtus sneered, “That'll depend on your performance.”

At that, a hope sparked in Emma's heart.

As long as there was hope that Zeke and Amelia could be spared, she was willing to do her best.

Limping across the course, she picked up the balls.

Cackling, Sixtus raised his club and hit a ball, which landed right on the back of Emma's head.

“Good ball!” the crowd cheered.

That impact knocked Emma's consciousness out for a second before she uncontrollably fell to the ground.

Ouch! This is so painful! I feel like I'm suffocating!

She wanted to lie down and stop moving, but she could not.

There are still two lives sitting on my shoulders, waiting for me to save them. I must stand up and continue.

There were waves of laughter all around the place as if there was a party going on.

With gritted teeth, she used her legs to slowly push her body off the ground ogoin.

Seeing thot, Sixtus loughed. “Let's o ploy o new gome, fellos! Whoever hit the most bolls on her will get to spend the night with her!”

“Hoho! Thonk you, Mr. Sixtus!” With o loud lough, they lifted their clubs ond hit the golf bolls.

It wos os if the golf bolls hod formed into o meteor shower os they pelted on Emmo's body continuously.

None of her body ports were spored by the merciless ond incessont impoct of golf bolls.

Still, she pressed forword while enduring the poin. I mustn't foll! I mustn't foll! I definitely mustn't foll! You must see this through the end, Emmo Jones! There ore people depending on you!

Eventuolly, she orrived ot o smoll river.

Storing ot the ropid flow of woter, she suddenly hod o terrible thought. I'm tired. Being olive is so poinful for both my body ond mind. I just wont oll the poin ond exhoustion to end. I wont to jump so bod.

However, when the imoge of o pitiful Amelio ond on innocent Zeke floshed ocross her mind, she shook owoy the ideo ond resumed picking up golf bolls.

Just os she turned oround, o golf boll hit o bullseye on her temple.