Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2366

Grayson was experiencing shortness of breath. His chest felt as if it was on fire, as that attack had almost sent him into a shock.

He could tell one of his ribs had been broken, and he felt as though the rib bone was about to jut out of his chest.

Bearing the pain, he gulped and asked, “W-Who are you? Why are you here?”

Zeke replied, “Who am I isn't important. The important thing is why I'm here. Tell Tavvy to meet me or death is your only way out.”

Enraged by his arrogance, Grayson roared, “Mr. Tavian isn't someone a nobody like you can insult! If he comes here, you'll be dead!”

Even at a critical moment, he was still defending the man called Mr. Tavian. It was obvious just how much they respected Tavian.

“Looks like you're still unwilling to ask Tavvy to meet me. Never mind. I'll send you all to hell first before paying Tavvy a visit,” Zeke uttered before assuming a battle stance.

The crowd was finally afraid after he threatened to kill them.

Grayson quickly said, “Fine! I'll let you meet Mr. Tavian! But you'd better consider the consequences. If Mr. Tavian shows up, you will most likely die! If you aren't certain you're a match for Mr. Tavian, I suggest you get that thought out of your head.”

That piqued Zeke's curiosity. “Oh? Tell me how powerful is Tavvy exactly?.”

“Mr. Tavian's valiant deeds will terrify you if I tell you. Have you heard about the recently famous superhero? He's—”

“Shut up, Gray,” Lenard piped up. “Have you forgotten what Mr. Tavian told us? We mustn't tell anyone about it...”

Fear instantly crept onto Grayson's face, and he quickly shut up.

Zeke was dumbfounded. Superhero? What superhero? Is Tavvy pretending to be a superhero and helping people anywhere he goes? Well, it's very possible. He always had that vibe when he was by my side. Sometimes he'd say he's the “incarnation of justice.”

Without wasting another second, Grayson pulled out his phone and called Tavian. “Hello, Mr. Tavian. It's me, Grayson. Yes, I have something to talk to you about. You see, someone is here at the company and he's beaten our people up. Yeah, he hurt the person in charge of the investment department. He is super arrogant. Yes, he even insulted you and called you Tavvy... I'm innocent, Mr. Tavian! I definitely wasn't the one who picked a fight with him! He started it first! Don't worry. I swear on my name that I didn't pick a fight with him. Okay, okay. All of us will wait for you to return and stand up for us.”

After he hung up the phone, his previous arrogant attitude returned. “Just you wait, punk. You're going to die soon! Mr. Tavian is angry now, and when he's angry, the whole city shakes in fear. Today's the day you meet your end!”

“We'll see,” Zeke said casually.

He then approached the window, admired the view outside, and took in a deep puff of his cigarette.

There are quite a lot of warriors who are scattered across the world like Tavvy. If all these people gather together, they'll be a formidable force. At the very least, one branch of the Netherworld won't be able to beat this group of people. It's time to reunite these people to help the country.

After he waited for ten odd minutes, heavy footsteps could be heard outside the door.

Even the floor itself shook slightly with each step.

Moments later, the door to the office was violently pushed open, and a big fat man entered the room.

He was built like a tank, had a murderous aura emanating from his body, and had a face full of facial hair. If children saw him, they would be terrified.

That man was the Tavvy Zeke had been talking about and the Mr. Tavian the crowd had been clamoring about.

Tavian was taken in by Zeke when he was very young.