Dragon Master

The chef was very confident of his strength since cooking was heavy work. Back when he started to learn to cook, the first thing he had done was to shake the wok.

An iron wok was already heavy enough, and there was half wok of sand in it. The learner had to shake the wok up and down with one hand. When the sand could fly high in the air while none of it was spilt out of the wok, the learner passed the round of shaking the wok.

Just shaking the wok was enough to build up strong arm muscles, so chefs were usually powerful physically.

However, the chef was exerting his utmost strength now, but je failed to move the kitchen knife even a bit, which made him doubt everything about himself.

Could it be that Maximilian was also physically powerful? Even if he was, he had just eaten the drugged food! He should have been weak all over now!

It was not right! Could it be that Maximilian was not affected by the drug?

"Have… haven’t you been affected by the drug? It’s impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. You’ll never get by with your little trick. Preston has played his cards so poorly, which really disappointed me."

Maximilian shook his head, his look full of disdain, as if it was shameful to mention Preston.

The chef was fuming with rage. He clenched his teeth hard and glared at Maximilian. "How dare you? Our young master is not someone you can comment on. Fix this loser Maximilian!"

The sous chef and the helpers rushed up one after another, swinging at Maximilian with their ladles, woks and cutting boards.

Maximilian stared scornfully at the people dashing towards him and flung up the hand holding the chopsticks. The kitchen knife in the chef’s hands flew away.

When Maximilian flung up his hand, he put forth his strength tactfully. Spinning, the kitchen knife flew up to the sky, went over the chef’s head and dashed towards the top of the head of the sous chef, who was running up to Maximilian.

The sous chef got scared and staggered backwards, blocking the helpers’ ways behind him who were charging. Suddenly, the crowd bumped together in a mess. They could move neither forward or backward.

down into the crowd, chipping off one of the helpers’

My ear is cut off! My

the wound gushing with blood with his

sous chef and the others watched him, terrified. They drew themselves backwards, cringing. None of them

chef regretted that he had acted too smugly just now. Now he was snickering nervously while backing

will have a good chat with him. Since

in front of his chest, Maximilian waited for the arrival of

long, Preston’s car stopped outside the

glanced around the yard

from Preston’s expectation. He had imagined that when he arrived, the whole villa would

now the chef and the others were bunching up in a panic, while Maximilian was sitting aside with a casual air. Apparently, Maximilian had gained the

happened exactly? What are you doing

master, we, we are no match for him. He is actually fine after having the drugged food!" The chef answered, pulling a

in

with our eyes wide open,

glared at the chef in fury, thinking that he had raised a bunch of trashes

hostage to threaten him? Everyone around you could have been your hostage!" Preston

Richardson, you dirty asshole. Let’s not talk about the drugged food. You even want to hold the innocent people hostage. Are you worthy

fame or money! I don’t care about those details!" Preston asserted in a positive tone, as

sick talking to you? Let’s stop talking nonsense.

you say that? I’ll show you what

two daggers from his waist. With the two daggers in both hands, Preston seemed to be a different person, exuding coldness

but now that you’ve infuriated me, I will send