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Lord Protector Novel

Chapter 792
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Slap!

Before the guard finished his words, Zeke had slapped him.

The man spun from the force before falling onto the ground, unconscious.

The server’s face paled.

Sh*t! This guy’s a madman. He just slapped someone unconscious!

She nervously walked backwards as she threatened, “Y- You’re doomed. I can’t believe you have the guts to stir

trouble during Mr. Moore’s wedding. He’s going to kill you.”

Zeke was about to take another step closer to her when Sole Wolf panicked, “Zeke, I can’t hold myself back any

longer. Give me a chance!”

Zeke nodded.

Whoosh!

At that action, Sole Wolf rushed forward like a speeding rhinoceros and slammed himself into the server.

With a scream, the server flew backwards and flew more than ten metes back before laying on the floor,

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unmoving.

The old couple’s faces turned ashen.

“Young man, you... leave now. You’ve hurt the people from the Moore family. They’re not going to let you off easily.”

Zeke reassured, “Sir, Ma’am, it’ll be fine. Let’s go. I’ll take you in to attend the wedding.”

The two hurriedly shook their heads. “No, we can’t. We’ll embarrass our daughter. Young man, leave us be. You

should hurry and leave now.”

Sole Wolf explained, “Sir, Ma’am, we’re comrades of Frederick. Don’t worry, Zeke and I will speak on your behalf.

No one will dare to look down on you or your daughter.”

“Frederick’s comrades!” The dim eyes of the couple lit up.

“Frederick’s comrades!” The dim eyes of the couple lit up.

Eleanor held Zeke’s hands and asked, “Young man, tell me, is Frederick really a deserter?”

Zeke answered, “Ma’am, Frederick has been a brave soldier on the battlefield. He’s a hero.”

Joshua laughed as tears rolled down his cheeks. “Haha! I knew that brat wouldn’t embarrass his father. Frederick,

you’re my pride.”

Supporting the elderly couple, Zeke muttered, “Sir, Ma’am, let’s go in for the wedding.”

“But...” The couple was still worried.

Zeke reassured them once more, “No ‘but’s. Today, Sole Wolf and I will be your sons. We’ll keep you safe even if the

sky collapses. Let’s go.”

As the guard had been indisposed, they entered the wedding hall without any problems.

The lively hall was crowded with guests, and no one noticed their sudden appearance.

Zeke asked, “Sir, Ma’am, where’s the table for your family’s relatives?”

Joshua sighed, “Mr. Moore felt that our family’s too poor and that we would be an embarrassment to him. That’s

why he didn’t inform any of our relatives. Moreover, our relatives think Frederick’s a deserter, so they’re all

unwilling to talk to us.”

Zeke sighed.

Marriage was between two people, but the bride’s family was not even present.

What kind of wedding is this?

Instead of drawing attention to themselves, they sat down in an obscure corner.

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If the bride’s parents were being treated this badly, the bride must not be having a great time either.

He wanted to see for himself just how badly would Moore family treat Sage.

He would then be able to treat them the same way they did to Sage and her family.

Just as they sat down, Zeke murmured into Sole Wolf’s ears, “Get ready to steal the bride.”

Sole Wolf brightened up. “Don’t worry, Zeke. As long as I’m here, no one gets to make Sage upset!”

The two swept their gazes in search of the bride and groom. They soon found them in the waiting area.

Although Sage had been born into a poor family, she was a natural beauty. Despite the minimum makeup she had

on, she was an enchanting woman with a good figure. Her presence outshone every socialite in the wedding.

On the other hand, although the groom was in an expensive suit, he had a wrinkly face and an unshaven chin.

He was old; he could have been Sage’s father.

Most importantly, one of his legs was a prosthesis.

I thought Mr. Moore was a young man. I can’t believe my eyes!

He should call himself Old Man Moore instead.