Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2523

Minerva tensed up. “Chieftain, would what you asked of my Decanus to do be a threat to his life?”

Minerva had taken much effort to find a sturdy tree that could shelter her from the wind and the rain. She was not going to let him die so easily.

Now, Zeke's safety was even more important than her own.

The Chieftain looked at Minerva in relief. “Minerva, are you worried about your Decanus?”

Minerva nodded, not denying it.

Johan smiled. “Not bad. I'm surprised that you know how to worry about others. It's been a long time since I've seen anyone here have a shred of humanity.”

Before Zeke's arrival, everyone on the island had been nothing but emotionless beasts. They had only been concerned about their own survival.

Zeke has softened Minerva's heart.

Perhaps he'll be able to change the situation here.

Johan then added, “Don't worry. Not only will it not be a threat to his life, but it'll even be beneficial for him. Take the meat away. I have not eaten meat for many years.”

Nevertheless, Minerva did not wish to owe Johan anything.

She sliced six pounds of meat, left behind thirty drops of spiritual water, and fled.

I can't owe the Chieftain any favors. It'll be terrible if he wants Master to pay the favor with a life.

Hawkeye was playing dead on the floor.

The people around him were celebrating in a maniacal manner, and no one was paying attention to him.

He was devastated.

He had planned to take down Zeke before stealing his spiritual water for a good meal, yet things did not pan out the way he had imagined at all.

He was starting to think about joining Zeke's Contubernium, but he was afraid that Zeke might not want to take him in.

In fact, there were a few times he had tried but failed to muster up the courage to apologize to Zeke.

Zeke had forgiven Megahead because Megahead did not attack him outright. On the other hand, Hawkeye had nearly stabbed Zeke in the back of his head with his dagger. What he had almost committed was murder.

D*mn you, Megahead. You've f*cked me up. I can't believe you're destroying my one and only escape route. What do I do now? I should run. I'd rather be a wanderer than be tormented to death by Zeke.

With that thought in mind, Hawkeye began wriggling, intending to crawl into the bushes at the side.

Just as he finally reached the bushes, two pairs of legs abruptly stopped him from going any further in.

Who is it?

A shudder wracked Hawkeye's body, and he quickly lifted his head.

It was the Lewis brothers.

The ferocious grins they had made Hawkeye's heart sink.

He had killed their parents, and they had come to take revenge on him.

Hawkeye could imagine what would happen to him next.

With a slight smile, Yannick said, “Mr. Hawk, where are you going?”

Then, Yoshua said, “Come on, Mr. Hawk. You told us you were going to bring us to see our parents. Please bring our parents over to us now.”

At that, the two of them grabbed one of his arms each and towed him to a remote corner at the side.

Hawkeye's body spasmed in the face of death. In a weak voice, he pleaded, “Please let me go... Please! Please forgive me... I'll be your slave. I'll do anything you ask me to. Please spare my life!”

However, there was no way Yannick and Yoshua would show him mercy, for he was the murderer of their father.

Once they reached the quiet corner, Yannick took off his belt and tied Hawkeye to the tree. “Enjoy your time, Mr. Hawk.”

Right then, the stench of urine wafted through the air. Hawkeye had peed his pants.

“P-Please let me go! I'll give you all of my savings! Please, just let me off!”

Smack!

Yoshua slapped Hawkeye. “Let you off? Why didn't you think of letting my parents off back then, huh?”

Smack!

The brothers rained slaps on Hawkeye's face.

Of course, that was not all they did to punish him.

They continued to slice up his flesh and shove salt and chili into the wound. They even cut off his ears.

However, the things they did were not fatal, only immensely painful.

Hawkeye was certain he was a second away from getting tortured to death.