Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 747

He didn’t deliberately conceal his presence because he was confident no one would be able to sense it anyway.

His footfalls were as light as a cat’s while his breathing was controlled and barely audible. He had completely fused with the darkness of the night.

To be precise, he was the night itself, with the only difference being that he could move from place to place.

There was movement in the bedroom on the second floor.

Thus, Zeke made his way there.

The door to the bedroom was half open. Only a faint orangey light came from inside, giving the atmosphere a very seductive feel to it.

Two figures were having a hot and passionate session on the bed with their bodies tangled together.

The man was definitely the leader of the Thirteen Guardians.

And the woman with him was probably his mistress.

The woman screamed so loudly that Zeke wouldn’t be surprised if she woke the dead up.

He couldn’t tell if her screams were just to please the leader or if she was really enjoying it.

Zeke hesitated for a split second before walking in and lowering himself onto the sofa to watch.

One glance was enough to know that these two were experienced in this department. Hence, he took the opportunity to learn a few tricks that might come in handy in the future when he and Lacey were at it.

Even now, the two people hadn’t noticed that there was an intruder in their bedroom.

As they immersed themselves deeper into the play, Zeke began to feel disgusted. He couldn’t bring himself to watch on anymore.

With a flick of his finger, a silver needle shot out and pierced the woman’s neck.

The woman gasped lightly, her eyes rolling back as she passed out cold.

The leader wasn’t aware that the woman had fainted and angrily urged her, “C’mon, b****! Resist me! I’m gonna f*** your brains out tonight. C’mon, resist me! You know how turned on I get when you resist...”

However, the woman remained motionless.

Huh?

Only then did the leader sense something amiss. He abruptly raised his head to scan his surroundings with vigilant eyes.

Even so, he failed to notice Zeke, who had blended with the night. All he noticed was the door, which was slightly wider than he had left it!

F***!

His mind turned abuzz when he realized someone might have broken in.

He hastily moved to get down from the bed, but right at that moment, two silver needles flew towards his temple at lightning speed, piercing through his skin.

He instinctively looked in the direction where the silver needles had come from, only to realize with horror that there was a person seated on the sofa.

When did he come in? How long has he been sitting there...

Before he could find the answers to his questions, however, his consciousness began to fade. Dark spots filled his vision, and his body gradually went limp. He then fell heavily onto the bed.

Zeke got up and covered the two of them with the blanket before leaving.

Dream Nightclub belonged to Two from the Thirteen Guardians.

It was currently the peak hour at the nightclub. The first floor was teeming with life, with its patrons indulging in alcohol and partying like there was no tomorrow.

Hadley managed to get in unnoticed and made her way to the luxurious suite on the top floor.

That was Two’s private chamber.

Two was currently drinking on the first floor while watching over his turf, so his private chamber was completely vacant.

Hadley cast her gaze around and formulated an assassination plan very quickly.

She picked out a live wire from the bunch of electrical wires in his room, then connected the other end of it to the middle of the bathtub in the bathroom.

As soon as the water came in contact with the wire, the entire bathtub would be charged with electricity, turning the victim into a roasted pig.

She had made some adjustments to the safety fuse in advance. She had made sure that the electricity would keep running for at least ten minutes before getting cut off, even if there was a short circuit.

Once she was done, she found a corner to hide as she waited for her prey to fall into her trap.

Half an hour later, an intoxicated Two staggered into his bedroom.

He kicked off his shoes and undressed, then lay down in the bathtub and was about to turn on the faucet.

“Fat pig,” Hadley muttered softly, her face contorting with disgust as she saw the rolls of fat on Two’s body.

“Who’s there?” Out of Hadley’s expectation, Two had picked up her voice.

Damn it!

Do you have dog ears? How the hell did you even hear me? Hadley cursed inwardly.

Seeing that Two was about to come out of the bathtub, Hadley rushed forward to turn the faucet open all the way.