Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 788

John was so nervous that he felt as though he was about to explode.

Whenever the Boss fell silent, it meant that he was truly furious!

That tended to yield some terrible consequences.

After a long pause, the Boss’ voice came from the other end again.

In a weary voice, he asked, “Where’s Williams right now?”

“I just received some information from my informant in Rivermouth,” John replied cautiously, “Zeke was last seen driving off in the direction of Atheville. It’s unclear if he’s really on his way to Atheville.”

“B******!” The Boss cursed as he lost his cool.

That was his home turf!

This out of the blue visit is likely targeted at me.

Damn that blabbermouth, Paul Hunt! He must have revealed the top-secret information he had acquired back then to Williams!

Williams might have even dug up on me and learnt that I’m the master of the Black Pentagon!

He promptly made his decision and ordered, “I want you to look for the president of the Martial Arts Association - Dylan.”

“Tell him to bring the Deicide to Atheville and station themselves here.”

If he were to lose his home turf to Zeke, he would then really be at the end of his road.

“The Deicide?” John asked.

“For ten years,” The Boss replied coldly, “I’ve paid Dylan 10 billion annually so that he could put together a team of people who are willing to die to meet the mission objective. Now, it’s time they made my money’s worth.”

A solemn look flashed across John’s face.

A solemn look flashed across John’s face.

With 100 billion invested in them and all of the Martial Arts Association’s resources at their disposal, how could the Deicide be any ordinary force?

The Boss certainly has quite a few tricks up his sleeve.

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The Necromancer Assassin Organization was quite literally vacant today with the exception of three or four assassins keeping watch over the place.

Rosie and the other assassins were on their way to assassinate Mr. Quin and avenge Zeke.

At that moment, Rosie wasn’t aware Zeke was still alive.

This was because back in the arena, Zeke had told everyone he wanted to keep a low profile. He didn’t wish for what had happened to spread. Thus, all those who had witnessed what had happened held their tongue and dared not speak about it.

As a result, not many people knew that Zeke had actually ‘won’ the fight against Mr. Quin.

Rosie and the assassins launched a spring attack on Mr. Quin’s home turf. However, they didn’t see the man they were looking for at all.

Rosie then went to check the places he frequented. Yet, she still failed to find him.

Thus, she naturally assumed he had gotten wind of the assassination and had holed up elsewhere.

In the end, she decided to directly question one of Mr. Quin’s old subordinates - Gavin Zachary - about his whereabouts.

Gavin had only reached home at about two in the morning.



He had kowtowed about more than a thousand times back at Linton Group. His forehead had even started bleeding. Only after a trip to the hospital did the pain start to subside.

However, just as he laid on his bed, prepared to have a good night’s rest, a cold blade was pressed against his neck.

Gavin was close to tears. Is there no f***ing end to these disasters?

However, he had had enough experience with such situations before. He forced himself to sound calm as he asked, “May I know who you are?”

“Cut the crap,” Rosie snapped, “Tell me where Mr. Quin is.”

“You’re looking for Mr. Quin?” Gavin murmured, “He’s underground.”

Of course, what he meant was that Mr. Quin was in hell.

However, Rosie instinctively thought he was referring to the basement.

“Bring me to him,” She ordered.

What?

Gavin’s face immediately became as pale as a sheet.

She wants to kill me!

After all, the only way he could see Mr. Quin was if he died as well.

Slightly panicking, he pleaded, “Please have mercy on me. As long as you spare my life, I’ll do anything.”

“What are you talking about?” Rosie snapped, “Who said anything about killing you? All I want is for you to bring me to Mr. Quin.”

Gavin was speechless.

“Mr. Quin’s already in hell. How do you plan on finding him?”