Lord Protector Novel

Franklin then left.

Lacey consoled, “Zeke, don’t worry. Although you can’t come. I’ll take photos of Master Williams’ battle to show

you.”

Zeke was not sure whether he should be happy or upset.

You’re taking my photos to show me. Doesn’t it sound nonsensical?

Lacey then wondered, “Zeke, how do you think we should thank Master Williams? Will it seem too insincere if we

only say thanks? Should we give him money? I’m sure someone like Master Williams won’t care about money.”

Zeke thought to himself. Why don’t you give your thanks by giving yourself to Master Williams?

However, fearing Lacey’s fury, he did not verbalize his thoughts.

When he returned to the Linton Group’s office, Zeke found out that many staff members had used Master Williams

silhouette as their desktop wallpapers.

In the photo, Master Williams had sent Master Claymoore flying with a hit. His back was straight, and he looked

majestic.

Zeke did not know who took a photo of him while he was fighting Barnaby.

He curiously asked one of the women, “Why did you change your wallpapers to Master Williams? Do you admire

him?”

The woman shyly answered, “Sir, you might not know this, but there’s a saying going around here — Trust in

Williams for a lifetime of good luck.”

Zeke queried, “Williams?”

“Master Williams. We call him just Williams.”

Zeke was speechless.

Right then, his phone beeped..

His mother-in-law, Hannah, had sent him an article.

The title of the article read— Forward this Master Williams so that everything will go smoothly during July!

Silence ensued.

At this rate, Master Williams is going to be a meme!

Zeke called Eclipse and told him about Martial Arts Association coming up with tickets.

Eclipse did not sound surprised as he replied, “Well, it’s normal for Martial Arts Association to come up with

something like that. There’s nothing to feel surprised about. If you’re not happy about it, I can ask for them to split

the money they’ve collected.”

Zeke huffed out a laugh, “Splitting... Martial Arts Association really sees this as an opportunity for business, don’t

they? Forget it. I don’t want to bother with them. It won’t be a problem for you to get me two tickets, right?”

Eclipse answered, “Of course not. I’ll get you two VIP tickets.”

Zeke continued, “Right. There’s someone called Franklin Jackman in the Martial Arts Association. Get him out of the

association. Also, render his two tickets useless.”

Eclipse responded, “Sure. No problem.”

Time went by in a blink of an eye. Soon, it was the day of the battle.

Early in the morning, Franklin had come to pick Lacey up to watch the battle.

Lacey had an embarrassed frown on her face as she murmured, “Sorry, Mr. Jackman. I’ll be going with Zeke.”

Franklin was instantly upset.

“He doesn’t have a ticket. Why is he going?”

“He doesn’t have a ticket. Why is he going?”

Lacey replied, “He’ll be cheering from the outside-”

Zeke interrupted, “Who said I don’t have tickets to watch the battle?”

As he spoke, he took out the two tickets that Eclipse had given him.

The other two stared at the tickets, astonished.

Franklin took the tickets and glanced at them before bursting into laughter.

“Dude, where did you get this? Were you fooled? Take a look. Mine are the actual tickets. The Martial Arts

Association didn’t come up with fancy tickets like yours.”

Zeke explained, “Mine are VIP tickets. Naturally, you haven’t seen them.”

“Pfft!” Franklin laughed even louder, “That’s enough, dude. How could I not recognize tickets that the Martial Arts

Association printed? Look at yours. You don’t even have the anti-theft code. Lacey, let’s go. Let’s not be late for it.”

At that, Franklin moved to hold Lacey’s hand.

Zeke stepped forward to pull her toward his side.

“Lacey, his tickets are fake. He won’t be able to enter. Let’s go. I will take you there to watch the battle.”

With Lacey’s hand in his, they walked off.

Franklin gritted out, “Williams, how dare you? I’m going to stop you from entering, and I’m going to teach you a

lesson!”

He took out his phone to make a call.

“Donovan, Troy, teach someone a lesson for me.”

“He doesn’t hove o ticket. Why is he going?”

Locey replied, “He’ll be cheering from the outside-”

Zeke interrupted, “Who soid I don’t hove tickets to wotch the bottle?”

As he spoke, he took out the two tickets thot Eclipse hod given him.

The other two stored ot the tickets, ostonished.

Fronklin took the tickets ond glonced ot them before bursting into loughter.

“Dude, where did you get this? Were you fooled? Toke o look. Mine ore the octuol tickets. The Mortiol Arts

Associotion didn’t come up with foncy tickets like yours.”

Zeke exploined, “Mine ore VIP tickets. Noturolly, you hoven’t seen them.”

“Pfft!” Fronklin loughed even louder, “Thot’s enough, dude. How could I not recognize tickets thot the Mortiol Arts

Associotion printed? Look ot yours. You don’t even hove the onti-theft code. Locey, let’s go. Let’s not be lote for it.”

At thot, Fronklin moved to hold Locey’s hond.

Zeke stepped forword to pull her toword his side.

“Locey, his tickets ore foke. He won’t be oble to enter. Let’s go. I will toke you there to wotch the bottle.”

With Locey’s hond in his, they wolked off.

Fronklin gritted out, “Willioms, how dore you? I’m going to stop you from entering, ond I’m going to teoch you o

lesson!”

He took out his phone to moke o coll.

“Donovon, Troy, teoch someone o lesson for me.”