Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 897

“Interesting,” Drake sneered. “You’ll come to me soon enough.”

After having said that, the helicopter slowly retreated from the scene.

Zeke simply glanced at the helicopter and spat, “Conceited ba****d!”

He then turned around and disappeared into the building.

Lacey stood in the main lobby, looking pale and shaky.

He almost got skewered by an arrow!

The moment she saw Zeke, she rushed up to him and sunk her teeth into his arm.

“Ouch! Why did you bite me?” Zeke hissed.

“You...you idiot!” Lacey cried, tears spilling out of her eyes. “Why did you do that? How am I going to live if something happened to you? You’re being irresponsible to both yourself and our entire family!”

Zeke pulled Lacey into a tight hug and smiled. “Relax, Lacey. I have nine lives, just like a cat does. I won’t be able to die so easily.”

Meanwhile, Drake moved into the Zellys’ residence for the time being.

To show their respect for him, the masters of the four most prominent families, as well as their family members, gathered at the Zellys’ to welcome him.

They lowered their heads and bowed low before him as though they were his slaves.

They did not even dare sit down without his permission.

Only when Drake gestured for them to take a seat did they carefully lower themselves onto the chairs around the table.

Taking a sip of tea, Drake asked, “Do you think Williams will come and look for me?”

“He’s arrogant and self-centered. No one seems to matter to him,” Helen said. “I highly doubt he would bother to come.”

Drake sighed in exasperation. “He’s strong, but it would be rather humiliating if I had to hunt him down personally. There has to be something that could be the bait...”

Before he could finish his sentence, his phone rang.

It was a call from his informant in Atheville.

He hurriedly answered the call and held his phone to his ear.

“Mr. Drake, we’ve finished investigating the murder of the Asclepius Team,” The informant said. “They’ve been killed by a team of hitmen called the Necromancer Assassin Organization.”

“Necromancer Assassin Organization? That sounds familiar,” Drake said.

“Necromancer had been one of the three most powerful forces in Eastend. It’s unclear as to why they’re in Atheville at the moment,” The informant continued. “I heard a rumor that the leader Rosie White has some kind of connection to Zeke Williams. They’ve come to Atheville precisely because of him.”

“Interesting,” Drake muttered in surprise. “Did Zeke Williams just seduce the leader of the White cult?”

He pondered over it for a few moments as a plan began to formulate in his mind.

“Looks like even the most powerful heroes can’t resist being around beautiful women...”

“Where are you going, Mr. Drake?” Helen asked as Drake stood up from his seat.

“I’m going to invite one of my old friends over for tea,” Drake said. “She’ll be the perfect bait.”

“Is there anything we can do to help you?” Helen offered enthusiastically.

“Hmm...do you happen to have katanas in your collection?” Drake asked. “I want to see him disembowel himself. That’s what he deserves.”

“I’ll get that arranged for you!” Helen said happily.

She could tell that Drake had a plan to finally rid of Zeke.

Drake soon arrived at an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs, where the Necromancers had set up camp.

He took out a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket. He then wrote ‘ZEKE WILLIAMS HAS DIED!’ in big block letters.

He tied the paper to an arrow and sent it flying into the warehouse through a small crack in the window.

Meanwhile, Rosie White sat inside the warehouse with her eyes closed, taking a well-needed break.

However, the moment she saw the words written on the paper that came flying through the window, she began to panic.