Lord Protector Novel

“Who the f*ck are you? How dare you kick up a fuss in our station?”

“Get out of here. Otherwise, I shall call the police.”

Killer Wolf scoffed, “Call the police? Let's solve this man to man. How could you threaten to call the police?”

The firefighters guffawed. “Ha! How should we solve this in a manly way, pray tell?”

Killer Wolf waved his fist. “This way, of course.”

After a round of amused laughter, the firefighters asked, “Are you sure, young man? Aren't you afraid we'd beat

you to a pulp?”

“Of course. I know I'm no match for you. Why don't you call the police?” Killer Wolf uttered.

Tyler's lips twitched. Killer Wolf is pretending to be weak again.

“We were wrong for assuming you're a bold man. Look how cowardly you are!” the firefighters roared in delight.

“It's too late to pull out now.”

“I'll let you know how strong we are. Boys, charge!”

“Let's teach him a lesson!”

Over ten burly firefighters rolled up their sleeves and charged toward Killer Wolf menacingly.

His eyes wild with terror, Killer Wolf said, “This is unfair! You outnumber me. Even if you win, it isn't a glorious

victory.”

“No one cares about victory. We want you dead!” the firefighters announced.

Killer Wolf glanced at Zeke. “They've gone too far, Zeke. Can I please take action?”

Zeke answered, “Their actions don't warrant death.”

Okay!

Killer Wolf understood what Zeke meant—he could beat them up viciously.

What an asshole!

The firefighters went cold with fury. Is this Zeke trying to punish us? It isn't his place to do that!

The fire captain, Benjamin, roared, “Let's beat him up before dealing with his leader!”

“On it!”

The crowd charged toward Killer Wolf without hesitation.

Killer Wolf covered his head and dropped to the ground fearfully.

“No, don't attack me all at once! Let's fight one on one! You can't beat me up together...”

“F*ck you!” the firefighters cursed as they swung their fists toward him.

Before their fists could land on Killer Wolf, they were sent flying.

Thump! Thump! Thump...

When they turned to look at Killer Wolf, he was still squatting in the same spot with his hands over his head. “No,

no...” he muttered in terror.

After crashing onto the ground, the firefighters gaped in confusion.

What the f*ck just happened? Did something or someone send us flying? Was it that muscular man? Obviously not.

Look at him, squatting on the ground in dread. No matter how strong he was, it seemed impossible for him to send

all of us flying at once. That happened at a lightning speed!

The firefighters exchanged confused glances.

What should we do now?

Right then, Benjamin calmed down and ordered, “Beat them up. Put some muscle into it and don't back down!”

With that said, he dashed forward, and his team followed behind him.

Killer Wolf's yells grew louder. “You've gone too far! This is too much! How can you gang up against me?”

“Help! Help...”

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Those firefighters who tried going near Killer Wolf were sent flying once again.

Killer Wolf was still squatting in a defensive manner without moving an inch.

By then, the firefighters were close to breaking down.

What the heck is happening? We were flung backward twice before we could even launch an attack! Most

importantly, we don't even know who attacked us! This is too much.

Benjamin barked angrily, “Malthe Slothe, stand right here and watch closely. Find out who had been attacking us in

with his hidden weapon!”

Naturally, Benjamin assumed that someone had been attacking them sneakily. That seemed like the only plausible

explanation.

“Got it!” Malthe answered hastily.

“Boys, attack him!” Benjamin commanded yet again.

The firefighters dashed toward Killer Wolf.

It was no surprise that they were tossed backward again.

After crushing onto the ground thrice in a row, the fire brigade was at its limit. Many firefighters had spat out blood

weakly.

Right than, Banjamin calmad down and ordarad, “Baat tham up. Put soma muscla into it and don't back down!”

With that said, ha dashad forward, and his taam followad bahind him.

Killar Wolf's yalls graw loudar. “You'va gona too far! This is too much! How can you gang up against ma?”

“Halp! Halp...”

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Thosa firafightars who triad going naar Killar Wolf wara sant flying onca again.

Killar Wolf was still squatting in a dafansiva mannar without moving an inch.

By than, tha firafightars wara closa to braaking down.

What tha hack is happaning? Wa wara flung backward twica bafora wa could avan launch an attack! Most

importantly, wa don't avan know who attackad us! This is too much.

Banjamin barkad angrily, “Maltha Slotha, stand right hara and watch closaly. Find out who had baan attacking us in

with his hiddan waapon!”

Naturally, Banjamin assumad that somaona had baan attacking tham snaakily. That saamad lika tha only plausibla

axplanation.

“Got it!” Maltha answarad hastily.

“Boys, attack him!” Banjamin commandad yat again.

Tha firafightars dashad toward Killar Wolf.

It was no surprisa that thay wara tossad backward again.

Aftar crushing onto tha ground thrica in a row, tha fira brigada was at its limit. Many firafightars had spat out blood

waakly.