Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 769

Bang!

A low muffled noise sounded out as Mr. Quin’s head flew off.

Like a ball, it spun mid-air and finally landed in the crowd.

At the spot where his head used to be, the blood spurted out like a fountain.

His body swayed before it crashed onto the floor, bleeding profusely.

The once-noisy crowd had fallen silent in an instant.

If someone were to drop a pin now, everyone would be able to hear it.

Their eyes were fleeting between Zeke and Mr. Quin’s corpse.

We’re dreaming. We must be dreaming!

Did Mr. Quin’s head fly off with just a single punch?

This is unrealistic!

However, the bright and pungent blood kept reminding the crowd that it was real.

Oh my god. Someone, tell me how strong this man is.

He killed the number two master in Eurasia with one hit. Is he stronger than the top master?

No, no. He’s no man but a devil!

The crowd went berserk, and they screamed as they ran out of the arena.

“He’s the devil!”

“Run! The devil is among us!”

Zeke glanced at Charon and Haros.

The two swiftly blocked the exits.

Zeke said in a very cold tone, “Stay right there. None of you are allowed to leave without my permission.”

Nobody dared to disobey the words spoken by the devil. So they all stopped right where they were.
Nobody dared to disobey the words spoken by the devil. So they all stopped right where they were.

The ones who were less courageous had even started crying. However, their sobs were silent as they feared attracting the attention of the devil.

Why is the devil keeping us here? Is he going to kill us all?

Everyone had no doubt that he would do that.

Zeke looked at the betting table. “Before you leave, please organize the bets. Can I know how much I’ve earned?”

Silence ensued.

Even the devil is obsessed with money?

The staff’s voice was trembling. “T- Three hundred million.”

“Very good,” Zeke laughed, “You lay in the bed you make. I won’t take more than what I’ve won; but of course, you can’t take back what you’ve lost.”

Would anyone dare to owe the devil?

It was impossible.

The crowd scrambled to change their cash in the bets.

Both Zachary and Sim were devastated.

Mr. Quin, who was their shield, was dead.

They were most likely next in line as targets.

Zachary was the first to come back to his senses. He rushed up the ring and got onto his knees in front of Zeke. “Mr. Williams, I, Gavin Zachary, will serve you well without a word of complaint.”

Sim was quick to follow for he too rushed up the stage to get on his knees. “Mr. Williams, I, Sim Owens, am willing to follow you through thick and thin.”

It was then the rest came back to their senses.

Now that Mr. Quin was dead, there was no leading figure in Eastend.

The three main generals under Mr. Quin had sworn loyalty to Zeke.

Now, Zeke was the one who had control over Eastend’s wealth, power, and lives.

He was the next Mr. Quin but he was even stronger than Mr. Quin.

He was capable of becoming the next king of Eastend.

The crowd got on their knees and declared, “Mr. Williams, please lead us from now on.”

Zeke glanced at the crowd and scoffed, “I’m not interested in a small state like Eastend.”

Everyone froze.

Eastend was the largest state, and it was located in the best spot and it was close to the capital of Eurasia, Atheville.

Eastend was the second largest state for trade and politics.

How greedy is Zeke if he’s not interested in a huge state like this?

Zeke uttered, “Do whatever you’re supposed to do. It has nothing to do with me. However, if you try to pick a bone with me again, don’t blame me for my ruthless actions.”

Shivers went down their spines. We won’t dare to.