Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1912

“Excuse me! Coming through!” A blond-haired man pushed his way through the crowd and entered the gym.

Noticing that the security guards did nothing to stop the man, someone in the crowd protested indignantly, “Hey! What's that about? Why didn't you stop him from going in?”

“Don't tell us he has an admission ticket. He didn't even show you anything. Also, did you see how shabbily dressed he was? He doesn't look like someone who would have a ticket,” another person added.

“They're right! You have to give us an explanation today. Otherwise, we'll lodge a report against you!”

The plump security guard rushed to defuse the tense situation by saying, “It's a misunderstanding. That man is actually one of the gym's security guards. He had something to do, so he came a little later.”

The crowd's cries of protest died down when they realized their mistake.

However, the wheels in Henry's head started to turn.

“Are you hiring security guards? I'm a veteran soldier, so I think I'm more than qualified to apply for a job as a security guard,” he said.

The crowd buzzed with excitement when they heard that.

If we get hired as security guards, we'll have a valid reason to enter the gym!

Everyone's eyes lit up as they saw a glimmer of hope.

The security guards knew what was on their minds, but they were not about to let them succeed that easily.

We aren't going to do something that doesn't benefit us. If we don't gain anything from it, they can forget about getting inside.

After mulling over it for a while, the plump security guard said slowly, “Well... We are a little short of manpower indeed. Technically, those who pass the interview and become security guards can enter the gym. However...”

Here, the plump security guard paused, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together. It was a gesture that signified he wanted money.

Henry quickly piped up, “Got it. I understand what you mean. I'll give you a hundred thousand. How about that?”

A hundred thousand?

The security guards felt a thrill of excitement course through their veins.

They had thought that they would only be able to get ten thousand, not expecting that someone would actually offer them one hundred thousand.

Poverty has stifled our imagination! It is unthinkable that a billionaire businessman would be willing to spend a hundred thousand to become a security guard.

Struggling to register the situation, they fell into shocked silence.

Mistaking their silence for displeasure, Henry quickly added, “Money isn't a problem as long as you hire me as a security guard. Two hundred thousand, then. How does that sound?”

Two hundred thousand! Even if we work as security guards for the rest of our lives, we might not make that much!

As an even stronger wave of excitement surged within the two men, the crowd broke into an uproar, scrambling to make their bids.

“Three hundred thousand! I'll give you three hundred thousand, so hurry up and hire me!” one person yelled.

Another voice rang out, “Four hundred thousand! I'll even go as high as four hundred and fifty thousand!”

“Five hundred thousand! That's all I can afford!”

“One million! One million! You'll get the money right now. Quick, let me in!”

The security guards were dumbfounded.

At that moment, the only thought running through their heads was that the crowd had gone crazy, so much so that they were willing to spend one million to get hired as a security guard.

In the end, they “hired” six people and allowed them to enter the gym.

With that, the pair of bodyguards earned more than three million!

There were still many people who wanted to pay for a position as a security guard, but the pair were already pushing their luck by “hiring” six additional security guards.

Hence, despite some raising their bids even higher, they could only remain outside the entrance.

Suddenly, a deep and resonant voice boomed out, “Why are all of you blocking the entrance?”

Everyone turned to see who had spoken and saw Osbert standing behind them.

Instinctively, they moved aside to clear a path for him.

Although Osbert was not as skilled as Boxing King, he had made a name for himself and wielded considerable authority.

The two security guards inclined their heads and gestured toward the entrance. “This way, please.”

However, Osbert was in no hurry to enter the gym. Glancing at the jam-packed gym, then looking around at the crowd outside, he felt immensely pleased.

“Thank you all for coming here today to show your support for me. I can't thank you enough. I'll fight hard today and give you a good show as a sign of my gratitude.”