Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 902

“Of course, I’m okay,” replied Zeke.

Lacey breathed a long sigh of relief. “You have scared me. I thought you went looking for Drake.”

“I was just about to go and save you.”

The man smiled and stroked Lacey’s long hair.

This silly girl. How can you save me from an enemy that even I could not defeat?

“I’m afraid it won’t be easy to see Drake anymore,” Zeke remarked.

“Why?” asked Lacey as she was curious.

“He accepted an offer to join the army. He’s now on a killing spree at the frontier.”

Lacey nodded. “A pro like him is best suited to be a soldier. No matter how strong a man is, he’s not a real man if he picks on his own people.”

“Exactly,” agreed Zeke.

“If Drake has come to such a realization, why hasn’t Master Williams? He’s not a real man then.”

Zeke was speechless.

But I’m Master Williams.

I’ve killed more enemies than you can ever imagine.

Just as the crowd awaited the news of Drake defeating Zeke, some news began to spread like wildfire.

Drake has accepted the government’s offer to join the army and is now heading for the frontier.

The crowd was dumbstruck.

Zeke Williams has the luck of the devil. He has just managed to escape death.

But it’s not bad for someone like Drake to protect the borders.

Now, we have one more powerful man defending the border of Eurasia.

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Damian Count, who had been thrown out of the car by Zeke, dragged his wounded body to the Zelly family home.

He really looked forward to the sight of Zeke being chopped into pieces by Drake.

Yet, what he was about to see was completely out of his expectations.

The courtyard was desolate with only a few arrows left on the ground.

There were no signs of battle at all.

Drake and Zeke were nowhere to be seen.

Only Helen and the other leaders of the four major households in Atheville sat in their chairs looking completely dejected and devoid of spirit.

Damian’s heart thumped as he started getting a bad feeling.

“What happened? Where are Drake and Zeke Williams?”

“Drake lost,” replied a dispirited Helen.

What?

Damian jumped from the shocking news.

His surprise was no lesser than how the three household masters felt when they witnessed how Drake lost the battle with their own eyes.

The master of Eurasia lost to Zeke Williams? Is... Is this some kind of joke?

Before Damian could snap out of it, Mrs. Moore began to weep.

“It’s over. The four major households are done for. Who else can defeat Zeke Williams when Drake failed to do that?

“Why are you crying?” Helen said impatiently. “Don’t forget that I still have the trump card.”

Helen’s words woke everyone up.

Their gazes fell on her. “We have no other way out, Helen. Only the letter you took from Frederick Walters can save us. Hurry up and take it out.”

With a nod, Helen locked the front door and took everyone into her bedroom.

It took the four of them all their strength to crack open a huge hole in the wall.

Behind the wall was a secret compartment containing a safe.

The four of them opened it up after all of them verified their identities.

Inside the safe was nothing but a document that had already turned yellow over time.

This was the letter Helen had stolen from Frederick Walters back then.