Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 830

Joseph answered, “Patrick Count comes from one of the four most prominent families there. He’s the Count family’s heir.”

“The Count family!” Zeke’s voice was cold as ice.

“Very well. I’ll be paying the Count’s a visit next.”

He turned to the side and ordered, “Wolf’s Greed, get the car ready.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Zeke shot Peter and his family a murderous glare. “None of you are allowed to say a word about what has happened today!”

He seemed to emanate an oppressing aura when he threatened, “Or else, don’t blame me for being ruthless when I behead the whole lot of you!”

The Walters nodded profusely and stumbled over their words. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Zeke then said to Sage, “Sage, I heard that all of the properties under the Walters were a gift from you and your family. Take back what belongs to you. Let’s see if any of them refuse to cooperate.”

Sage nodded. “Mm, I got it.”

Zeke’s eyes darted to Joseph again as he instructed, “Have someone take him away.”

The words ‘take him away’ certainly provided food for thought.

The two of them then left.

Peter and his family were utterly devastated, agonizing over the fact that they had to give all the family properties back to Sage and her family.

They shuddered at the thought that they would have to return to their remote village and live as poor farmers again.

The world was unpredictable, and its erratic patterns could cause changes in a person’s life, be it minuscule or colossal.

Peter looked at Sage and her family with wary eyes. “So, the family properties...”

Joshua sighed wearily. “I want my son to be exonerated and allowed to rest in peace. That is all I could hope for. As for the Walters properties, I’m not interested in them. However, I’d still prefer if you returned this ancestral shrine to us.”

Peter was over the moon. He and his family were safe.

He quickly expressed his gratitude towards them.

Joshua turned to his daughter with a soft smile. “Sweetheart, come. Let’s clean up this place for our ancestors and your brother so they can rest more comfortably.”

Sage nodded obediently with a smile of her own. “Okay, Dad.”

She immediately started wiping the memorial tablets of her ancestors.

Those tablets had been left unattended for a long time. They had gathered dust.

Guilt washed over Peter and his family, and they helped clean up the place as well.

Inside a large villa in the suburbs of Atheville.

After Eastend fell, John had followed the president of the Eastend Martial Arts Association, Dylan Norris. The latter had brought along the Deicide comprising of a hundred men to permanently stay at the villa.

They had sworn to be the last line of defense if Zeke ever made a move against the ‘boss’.

However, ever since they had settled down in Atheville, Zeke had been very silent. He hadn’t done anything to antagonize the boss.

John and the rest were rarely this relaxed and stress-free.

As usual, after John had his breakfast, he went to the martial arts arena to observe the Deicide’s daily training session.

The Deicide was ruthless and powerful.

The Deicide was ruthless and powerful.

John believed that even if Drake, who ranked first among the masters in Eurasia, teamed up with Master Williams, who ranked third, it would be difficult for them to crush this army of men.

However, now that Mr. Quin, who ranked second among the masters was dead, Master Williams had probably taken his place.

John had just entered the martial arts arena when his phone rang.

It was the boss calling.

John swiftly answered it and spoke tentatively, “Boss, what can I help you with?”

“Has there been any news about Zeke Williams openly making a move against me?” The boss’ tone was impassive.

John replied, “No. He didn’t even dig around for your personal information.”

“Huh?” The boss dubiously asked, “Didn’t he come to Atheville to confront me? Why hasn’t he done anything after arriving here? Could it be... that he didn’t dig around because he still hasn’t discovered me?”

John took a moment to ponder before responding, “That seems very likely.”

The boss took a deep breath and stated, “It seems like Paul Hunt lost his life the other day because of you, but he didn’t reveal the secret about what happened back in the days.”

A frown formed between the boss’ brows. “But if Williams didn’t find out about me, why did he come to Atheville, my turf? Just what exactly has he been up to recently?”