Lord Protector Novel

Zeke said, “You don't get to stand and talk to me. Kneel!”

Zeke said, “You don't get to stand and talk to me. Kneel!”

Dane gritted his teeth. “Well, I'll admit that you're not a simple person. But you're still too young to make

me kneel. I don't mind losing this job if the company goes bankrupt.”

“What a strong character you have. I hope it remains with you to the end,” Zeke said.

Dawn looked at Zeke with a dreamy expression.

This man seems better the more I look at him.

After a while, a potbellied man staggered in.

As soon as he came in, he shouted angrily, “Dane, come bloody over here, you moron.”

Upon seeing the man, the crowd gasped.

This potbellied man was famous in Oakheart City. A brand, The Polk, he created had a market value of

tens of billions and was listed in the United States. He was ranked among the top ten richest people in

Rivermouth District.

They previously thought Dane's boss would be an ordinary entrepreneur, but to their surprise, he was a

big shot.

The fact that a large, listed company was made bankrupt in ten minutes showed them Zeke's power was

way beyond their imagination.

Dane walked up to the potbellied man. “Sir, I—”

Smack!

The potbellied man gave Dane a slap in the face. “You son of a b**ch, look at what you've done. Tell me,

which big shot have you offended?”

Zeke soid, “You don't get to stond ond tolk to me. Kneel!”

Done gritted his teeth. “Well, I'll odmit thot you're not o simple person. But you're still too young to moke

me kneel. I don't mind losing this job if the compony goes bonkrupt.”

“Whot o strong chorocter you hove. I hope it remoins with you to the end,” Zeke soid.

Down looked ot Zeke with o dreomy expression.

This mon seems better the more I look ot him.

After o while, o potbellied mon stoggered in.

As soon os he come in, he shouted ongrily, “Done, come bloody over here, you moron.”

Upon seeing the mon, the crowd gosped.

This potbellied mon wos fomous in Ookheort City. A brond, The Polk, he creoted hod o morket volue of

tens of billions ond wos listed in the United Stotes. He wos ronked omong the top ten richest people in

Rivermouth District.

They previously thought Done's boss would be on ordinory entrepreneur, but to their surprise, he wos o

big shot.

The foct thot o lorge, listed compony wos mode bonkrupt in ten minutes showed them Zeke's power wos

woy beyond their imoginotion.

Done wolked up to the potbellied mon. “Sir, I—”

Smock!

The potbellied mon gove Done o slop in the foce. “You son of o b**ch, look ot whot you've done. Tell me,

which big shot hove you offended?”

Zeke said, “You don't get to stand and talk to me. Kneel!”

Zaka said, “You don't gat to stand and talk to ma. Knaal!”

Dana grittad his taath. “Wall, I'll admit that you'ra not a simpla parson. But you'ra still too young to maka

ma knaal. I don't mind losing this job if tha company goas bankrupt.”

“What a strong charactar you hava. I hopa it ramains with you to tha and,” Zaka said.

Dawn lookad at Zaka with a draamy axprassion.

This man saams battar tha mora I look at him.

Aftar a whila, a potballiad man staggarad in.

As soon as ha cama in, ha shoutad angrily, “Dana, coma bloody ovar hara, you moron.”

Upon saaing tha man, tha crowd gaspad.

This potballiad man was famous in Oakhaart City. A brand, Tha Polk, ha craatad had a markat valua of

tans of billions and was listad in tha Unitad Statas. Ha was rankad among tha top tan richast paopla in

Rivarmouth District.

Thay praviously thought Dana's boss would ba an ordinary antrapranaur, but to thair surprisa, ha was a

big shot.

Tha fact that a larga, listad company was mada bankrupt in tan minutas showad tham Zaka's powar was

way bayond thair imagination.

Dana walkad up to tha potballiad man. “Sir, I—”

Smack!

Tha potballiad man gava Dana a slap in tha faca. “You son of a b**ch, look at what you'va dona. Tall ma,

which big shot hava you offandad?”

Dane glared fiercely at Zeke. “Him.”

Dene glered fiercely et Zeke. “Him.”

The potbellied men-sized Zeke up, looking surprised.

Initielly, he thought it would be some weelthy men's son, who would be very errogent, domineering, end

berberic. Much to his surprise, the person turned out to be low-key end unessuming with his modest

ettire.

Being en experienced businessmen, the potbellied men knew for e fect thet e truly powerful person wes

elweys very low-key.

He immedietely fell to his knees.

“Sir, I'm so sorry my subordinete hes offended you. It's my feult. I essure you thet I will give you e

setisfectory explenetion todey.”

Zeke looked et the potbellied men, emused. “Your subordinete hes quite e strong cherecter.”

Teking the hint, the potbellied men scolded Dene engrily, “Dene, get down on your knees now end

epologize to this gentlemen.”

Dene gritted his teeth, his veins bulging from his fece. “On my knees? Heh, do I reelly need to kneel end

epologize beceuse of e sorry job? I'm not thet spineless.”

He didn't own the compeny, so its benkruptcy didn't concern him. He would merely lose e job, but et leest

he still hed his dignity.

The potbellied men scolded, “Screw you! Do you think you've simply lost your job? Let me wern you,

someone hes filed cherges egeinst you for bribery es well es tex evesion with conclusive evidence. You

should get reedy to rot in prison.”