Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1891

Soldiers! He brought soldiers here! How the hell did he manage to summon them here? Not only that, it looks like there are a lot of them!

The martial artists Sixtus hired stared with wide eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the soldiers conquered the manor as they surrounded Sixtus and all his martial artists.

There were loads of soldiers standing outside the manor as well.

All five thousand of Sixtus' henchmen were currently lying underneath the soldiers' boots.

It was clear that Zeke was the winner since there were at least ten thousand soldiers there.

Sixtus' heart started beating like crazy. What the hell is this guy? What kind of person have I decided to mess with?

Smirking at his enemy, Zeke stated, “Is that all?”

It was a great insult to Sixtus, but he had to control his emotions.

After taking a deep breath, he asked in a trembling voice, “Y-You're with the military?”

Zeke nodded. “That's right. Anyway, if you still have any tricks up your sleeve, this is the time to use them. I'll be impressed if you can do better than this.”

“I... I know the person in charge of the Provincial Military District, Mr. Jamal Reeve. Maybe he can save me.”

“Give it a try, then.”

Fishing out his phone with trembling hands, Sixtus made his call. “Mr. Reeve, please save me. I... I'm currently being threatened by your peer. Okay, okay. I'll give the phone to him now.”

Turning to Zeke, Sixtus informed, “Mr. Reeve wants a word with you.”

Zeke took over the phone and put it by his ear.

“Where are you from?” Jamal questioned.

“The North.”

“The North? Hmph. Don't you think you're crossing a line here? The South is under my jurisdiction. If you don't want to get court-martialed, you better stay out of this matter. I'll deal with Sixtus. You have my word.”

“You're still trying to protect him? Are you aware that you're admitting you're working with the underworld? You don't deserve to be in the military if you use your power to protect the underworld instead of the people!” Turning to Sole Wolf, he roared, “Sole Wolf! Send orders to remove Jamal Reeve, the person in charge of the Southern Military District! Take the case to the military court to open an investigation!”

“Roger!” Sole Wolf took out his phone without hesitation and made the call.

Laughing, Jamal mocked, “Sole Wolf? Do you mean the General North, Sole Wolf? Stop messing with me, punk. Do you think I'll believe that? I'm warning you, if you refuse to back off, I'm going to—”

All of a sudden, the sound of a door being kicked open was heard on his end, interrupting him.

“Get out of here!” Jamal hollered. “Who let you in! Give me my phone back! Give it back—”

Seconds later, the voice of another man entered the call. “Larry Ramsay, Code 100 spy of the North, waiting for orders.”

“Jamal had abused his authority to collude with the underworld. Send him to the military court to be judged,” Zeke commanded.

“Roger!”

What followed was the sound of a fight before Jamal spoke again. “Who are you? Who the hell are you? When did you plant a spy by my side? Wait a minute. There's only one person who can command military spies. Are you—”

The call cut off before he could finish.

With that, Zeke turned to Sixtus, who was already as pale as a ghost.

His mouth was wide open as disbelief was carved into his eyes. I can't believe it! Jamal's supposed to be one of my most powerful allies, and yet he lost so easily to Zeke! It's obvious that he outranks Jamal! Goddamn it! If I had known he was this powerful, I wouldn't have messed with him! What do I do now? What do I do!

“Is that all?” Zeke grinned. “If there's nothing else, you'll be meeting your death.”

“Wait! Wait!” Sixtus uttered, calming himself down. “I... I know a general. General Sterling Howard.”

“Oh?” Zeke sounded excited. “That person is quite formidable. You can give him a call.”