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Lord Protector Novel

Chapter 677
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Meanwhile...

John carefully took out his phone and dialed the phone number of his ‘boss’.

He managed to escape certain doom by sneaking out of the building just before Mance was arrested.

“Boss, I have bad news,” he said into the phone.

He told his ‘boss’ about the failure of their attempt to squeeze Linton Group out of the market, as well as Mance’s

arrest.

The ‘boss’ flew into a rage the moment he heard his words. “Imbeciles! My plan was perfect, and that b*stard just

had to ruin it! What General North? What mercenary? He’s digging his own grave! I invested twenty years of my

time into Mance, and this is all he could do? Looks like I’ve overestimated him!”

John sighed. “Mance is just too eager to prove himself. Killing couldn’t satisfy him, so he invited General North and

recruited the mercenary for his mind games. What should we do next, Boss?”

“Let’s execute our plans for the underworld,” the ‘boss’ said coldly.

“Who can we send for this mission, may I ask?” John questioned.

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The ‘boss’ went silent all of sudden.

Zeke had disposed of all his contacts in Rivermouth.

First it was Logan and Jacob Hugh, then it was Wilson Wood and Harvey Hoffman.

Even Hades and Eclipse betrayed him in the end.

There was no one left besides John.

The ‘boss’ began to fear for his life when that thought occurred to him.

In fact, he began to feel threatened.

“Looks like we’ve been underestimating this Zeke Williams guy. I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt so

threatened! John, listen up! You shall be in charge of the underworld attack plan. I forbid you from failing!”

“Yes, Boss!” John hurriedly said.

“Also, get rid of Jeffrey Huckermann for me. Don’t let Zeke Williams cure him!”

“Understood,” John replied. “Oh, Boss, what about Mance Raider?”

“Hmph! He’s just a stupid mule. Why care about him?” the ‘boss’ huffed. “Besides, I can’t save him from his own

stupidity! What made him think it was a good idea to get someone to impersonate General North?”

“Yes, Boss, I understand,” John answered apprehensively.

He struggled to collect his thoughts after hanging up.

Mance was the godson of his boss, and yet he had just abandoned Mance without batting an eye.

What would happen to me if I failed?

Working for that man was like walking on a tightrope.

If he failed, the ‘boss’ would definitely be after his blood.

John told himself that he would not fail. After all, his ‘boss’ had brought in his elite forces from Eastend.

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Linton Group was the talk of the town.

With the entire Rivermouth supporting them, shareholders flocked to them the moment they entered the market.

Their stock prices rose to the limit and stayed there for a long time.

The net worth of Linton Group doubled as they managed to squeeze into the ranks of the top ten corporations in

Rivermouth, and the whole of Eurasia took notice of them.

However, with the praise came jealousy and hate, and a rumor began to spread amongst the communities as

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Linton Group continued to prosper.

According to the rumor, the rise of Linton Group had gotten in the way of a certain tycoon, who decided to take

revenge against Zeke Williams, one of the leaders of Linton Group.

He had his eyes set on destroying the underworld forces of Rivermouth.

Rivermouth’s economy had been stable for decades, hence the collapse of the underworld would be a blow to the

delicate balance that Rivermouth had been maintaining. It would be devastating to the community as well.

Soon, the rumor had spread to every corner of Rivermouth, and the people of Rivermouth began to live in fear.

Many small and medium enterprises began to exit the Rivermouth market in a bid to protect themselves.

After some time, the fifty million residents of Rivermouth decided that they had had enough, and they started a

movement to call for peace and protection from harm.

At last, the Rivermouth branch of the Martial Arts Association of Eurasia announced that they had contacted

Barnaby Claymoore, a martial arts master from North Hampton to station himself at Rivermouth and defend the

people from the enemies.