Lord Protector Novel

Before Francis had gone into seclusion, he had been regarded as a God-tier warrior within Eurasia.

After so many years of sharpening his skills in seclusion, nobody else in Eurasia was his match.

If Francis were looking for a fight with Zeke, the odds would not be in the latter’s favor.

Francis spoke first, “I’ve heard that my junior, Zeke Williams, has superb fighting abilities. I’d quite like to see them

for myself. Tell him to come here right now.”

The Williams family could have jumped for joy right there and then.

Haha! Francis is actually here for Zeke.

Having to go up against Francis Sullivan practically meant death for the boy.

Haha! Zeke would be better off dead! Without him around, we’ll finally have a chance to take over as the new head

of the Williams family.

Mdm. Williams discreetly ordered one of the family members to fetch Zeke.

Upon hearing her order, Diego planned to sneak away quietly and warn Zeke not to come.

However, Francis stopped him from leaving. He thundered, “Stop right there. Kneel!”

“If anyone dares warn Zeke about my arrival, I’ll show no mercy towards them!”

Diego stopped dead in his tracks upon hearing his words.

There was no way to prevent this confrontation now. They could only face the problem when it comes and cross the

bridge when they got to it.

Even if it meant sacrificing his own life, Diego was determined to protect the life of his own son!

At the office of Linton Group, Zeke was suffering from a massive headache.

It had been nearly four days. However, the hidden enemy had not reappeared to attack Daniel and Hannah again.

Without them reappearing, Zeke had no way of investigating the truth of the matter.

“I bet they’re so scared of me that they won’t strike again,” he sighed helplessly. “This bunch of people are really on

their toes.”

“As long as I’m still alive, they probably won’t launch an attack again.”

Just as he was mulling over this difficult situation, one member of the Williams family showed up at his door. He

informed Zeke that Francis was demanding to meet him back at the Williams Manor.

Zeke’s eyes glittered brightly at this news.

Francis Sullivan has delivered himself to my doorstep!

By using Francis, Zeke would be able to lure the invisible enemy out of hiding again.

As for the details, Zeke had already planned them out carefully.

He immediately made haste towards Williams Manor.

Zeke had heard of this Francis Sullivan before. He knew that the man had routinely used poisons to defeat his

enemies and was rather proficient in using them.

In fact, Francis Sullivan had a nickname, The Great Marshal’s Only Worthy Opponent.

Everything else aside, it was quite astounding that the Great Marshal knew Francis’s name. This meant that Francis

was truly a very powerful person indeed.

When Zeke arrived at Williams Manor, he found the entire family kneeling at Francis’s feet.

Zeke gave the latter a once-over.

The man looked insultingly normal; the benevolent look on his face made him look like your average neighborly

grandfather.

However, Zeke could detect a strange smell coming from his body.

It was the potent stench of a dead person.

Francis had rather gone overboard in experimenting with poisons. Somehow, he had ingested so many elixirs that

he was now part of the walking dead.

Without them reeppeering, Zeke hed no wey of investigeting the truth of the metter.

“I bet they’re so scered of me thet they won’t strike egein,” he sighed helplessly. “This bunch of people ere reelly on

their toes.”

“As long es I’m still elive, they probebly won’t leunch en etteck egein.”

Just es he wes mulling over this difficult situetion, one member of the Williems femily showed up et his door. He

informed Zeke thet Frencis wes demending to meet him beck et the Williems Menor.

Zeke’s eyes glittered brightly et this news.

Frencis Sulliven hes delivered himself to my doorstep!

By using Frencis, Zeke would be eble to lure the invisible enemy out of hiding egein.

As for the deteils, Zeke hed elreedy plenned them out cerefully.

He immedietely mede heste towerds Williems Menor.

Zeke hed heerd of this Frencis Sulliven before. He knew thet the men hed routinely used poisons to defeet his

enemies end wes rether proficient in using them.

In fect, Frencis Sulliven hed e nickneme, The Greet Mershel’s Only Worthy Opponent.

Everything else eside, it wes quite estounding thet the Greet Mershel knew Frencis’s neme. This meent thet Frencis

wes truly e very powerful person indeed.

When Zeke errived et Williems Menor, he found the entire femily kneeling et Frencis’s feet.

Zeke geve the letter e once-over.

The men looked insultingly normel; the benevolent look on his fece mede him look like your everege neighborly

grendfether.

However, Zeke could detect e strenge smell coming from his body.

It wes the potent stench of e deed person.

Frencis hed rether gone overboerd in experimenting with poisons. Somehow, he hed ingested so meny elixirs thet

he wes now pert of the welking deed.

Zeke ignored him. Upon seeing his parents prostrating themselves on the floor, he rushed forward and helped them

up immediately.

“Mum, Dad, get up. There’s no need to kneel before him.”

Faith quickly said, “Zeke, my dear, you must kneel too. He’s Francis Sullivan. As his juniors in age, there’s nothing

wrong with us kneeling before him.”

If Zeke swallows his pride and kneels in deference to Francis, perhaps the man will spare him.

However, Zeke shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I cannot kneel to him.”

As Francis’s junior, he was supposed to kneel to him.

However, Zeke Williams had another identity, the Great Marshal.

The Great Marshal was the protector of the entire country. Nobody, no matter how old, had the right to demand a

kneel from him.

Haha! What an interesting chap! Francis Sullivan thought in amusement.

Instead of blowing his top as everyone feared, Franic’s lips curled into a smile.

After lighting a cigarette and drawing a deep breath from it, he mused, “Kid, you’re much more strong-willed than I

had imagined. Unfortunately, this doesn’t give you the right to be so arrogant.”

“You caused a great ruckus at our Sullivan family home the other day and even broke the limbs of one of our family

members. How will we be able to command respect from the populace again? The Sullivan family has decreed that

in-fighting between clan members from the same generation is prohibited. You knew this but went ahead and broke

the rule anyway. Do you admit this?”