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Lord Protector Novel

Chapter 1305
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Mr. Collins clenched his teeth and looked at Rowan as he said, “Now we have evidence that Rowan is implicated in

this matter. He’s no innocent man. I will deal with him personally.”

Zeke nodded and said, “Okay, but don’t kill him. I still have use for him.”

Meanwhile, Rowan broke down.

Knowing that hatred had now filled Mr. Collins’s heart, he knew that every bit of his life would be miserable if Mr.

Collins took action.

He’d rather die instead.

“Great Marshal, how could you go back on your word? You said you would spare me,” he said angrily.

Zeke reprimanded him, “You deserve to die for killing thousands of lives! Sparing your family is already a kind

enough gesture, and you still dare to ask me to spare your life? I wouldn’t be living up to my name as the Great

Marshal if I let you go!”

Mr. Collins walked up to Rowan with a sinister smile on his face and said, “Rowan, don’t worry. I will definitely let you

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live, but I will torture you everyday until the end of your life!”

Rowan felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard this.

It turned out that Mr. Collins was more terrifying than Hades!

At the Prince’s Residence, Connor flew into a rage after he heard about the latest development on Rowan.

That idiot! He actually took action against Zeke without authorization.

Even he had been defeated by Zeke before, so he didn’t dare to act impulsively.

How could a small fry like Rowan handle him?

Now things were a big mess.

Rowan was caught, and he had lost the Third Military Factory.

On paper, the person in charge of the Third Military Factory was Rowan, but in reality, he was merely Connor’s

representative.

The real person behind the Third Military Factory was Connor Black.

The factory was a cash cow for Prince’s Residence, but now that it was gone, Prince’s Residence would have to

tighten its budget.

“No, we have to get our cash cow back,” Connor muttered unhappily.

He then summoned his adjutant and asked, “What is the status of the Third Military Factory right now?”

The adjutant replied, “The factory is under the military’s direct control at the moment, and the military has

announced that it will organize an open auction in seven days. Anyone who has received the government’s

approval and has sufficient funds is welcome to participate in the auction.”

Connor asked, “Will the Linton Group be joining the auction?”

The adjutant nodded and said, “Yes, and the group is the most promising bidder so far.”

Connor heaved a sigh with a disappointed look on his face.

If the Linton Group also participated in the auction, his probability of gaining back his control on the Third Military

Factory was less than thirty percent.

The Great Marshal life force had been damaged, but he was still powerful in the military.

He would only need to rely on his influence in the military to gain control of the Third Military Factory.

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He wouldn’t even need to attend the auction to be able to do so.

“It won’t be possible to get rid of the Great Marshal in such a short period of time. The best option we have is to

make him lose his military power or to expel him,” said Connor.

The adjutant listened attentively then said very softly, “Mr. Black, it wouldn’t be difficult to expel the Great Marshal.”

Connor’s eyes lit up as he looked at the adjutant with great interest. “Do you have a plan in mind?” he asked.

The adjutant nodded in response, “Yes, that’s right.”

He then leaned in and whispered his plan into Connor’s ears.

Connor was thrilled when he heard the plan. “Haha, that’s a great idea! You’ve done well this time. Don’t worry, I

will reward you well,” he exclaimed.

“Thank you, Mr. Black,” the adjutant replied gratefully.

“Carry out what you have just told me, and spread the word immediately. Say that the Spirit Stone Mine is actually a

hoax created by the Great Marshal, and that he is using the mine to lure foreign warriors into Eurasia so he can kill

them. Once the other countries find out that the mine is a trap, there will definitely be an international outcry.

Eurasia will not be able to withstand the pressure for long, and the government will very likely expel him from the

country then,” Connor instructed.