Chapter 759
Lord Protector Novel
Meanwhile, Sim was leading the Ferrymen of the Dead over.
He was in fact rather displeased with Mr. Quinâs decision.
They were only dealing with an outsider; hence, they did not need to assign both Charon and Haros to this.
All they needed was one of them to get rid of their opponent.
It was a waste of resources to send both of them out at the same time.
Soon, he reached Grand Empire Groupâs building.
There were thousands of men nearby the Grand Empire Groupâs building, they swiftly crowded around the building and Simâs car upon his arrival.
The sight was grand with the number of people around.
And they were all staring at Simâs car.
Inside the car were the Ferrymen of the Dead, Charon and Haros.
It was an honor to all of them to be able to witness the Ferrymen of the Dead working together.
Sim murmured to the two, âPlease wait for me here. Iâll get down from the car to take a look at the situation.
Both of them nodded. âOkay.â
He only dared to come out of the car after gaining their approval.
Instead of being the leader of the Ferrymen of the Dead, he was more like their manager.
He could only assign them to the tasks that they approved of, and he had to pay them enough money for their missions.
After getting down from the car, he looked at Zeke.
Zeke got himself a chair, and he was on his phone with a calm and collected look.
He did not even spare a glance at Simâs arrival.
Hadley and Caleb were standing on both of his sides, and their palms were clammy with sweat.
Hadley swallowed and whispered, âZeke, listen to my words carefully. My boss has instructed me to clear an escape path for you even if we die. So donât let our lives go to waste.â
Zeke said, âI have good news and bad news. Which do you want to listen to first?â
Hadley replied, âThe bad news.â
Zeke continued, âYou canât fight against them. The moment you make a move, youâre dead.â
Hadley did not refute his words.
She knew that Zeke was probably right.
âWhat about the good news?â Hadley asked.
Zeke replied, âYou wonât need to make a move. I can finish them off myself. All you need to do is to record the moment when I finish them off and post it up on your social media.â
Ha!
Sim had a cold look in his eyes as he stared at Zeke. âYouâre Zeke Williams?â
âMm.â Zeke did not even raise his head.
Sim announced, âDo you know that I didnât want to assign the Ferrymen of the Dead because you donât deserve them? However, Mr. Quin has overestimated you. Thatâs why he had sent the two of them to take your pathetic life. I can give you a chance now. Confess your wrongdoings and beg for your life from Mr. Quin, and Iâll keep the Ferrymen of the Dead at bay. That way, youâll retain your body in one piece.â
Zeke remained silent as he continued to play on his phone.
Sim declared, âYou may consider my offer. Iâll only give you five minutes.â
Suddenly, Zeke laughed, âHadley, look. Iâve gotten several coins!â
âF*ck!â Sim thundered.
Heâs not even thinking about my offer. Instead, heâs busy collecting coins in a game!
This is ridiculous! Heâs gone way overboard!
âYouâre dead meat!â He walked back to his car and uttered, âTime to make a move.â
In an instant, the crowd became excited as they stared at the car without blinking.
Are the Ferrymen of the Dead finally showing themselves?
The door slowly opened, and two figures came down from the car.
One was fat; the other was skinny. One was tall; the other was short. They looked ordinary; they did not look any different from a bystander.
However, the murderous aura they exuded sent shivers down everyoneâs spines.
The moment they stepped out of the car; it was as if the surrounding temperature had dropped.
Some cowardly people had retreated themselves to far corners.
These were the true fighters.
Zeke was doomed.
Hmm?
At that moment, Zeke raised his head.
The aura that the Ferrymen of the Dead had successfully caught Zekeâs attention.
When he saw their faces, his hands could not help but tremble. His eyes widened, and his jaw went slack.
The cigarette in his mouth fell onto his floor without his notice.
How... How can it be them?