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.

fell down into the crowd,

My ear is cut off! My

covered the wound gushing with

and the others watched him, terrified. They drew themselves backwards, cringing. None of them dared to rush forward

just now. Now he was snickering nervously while backing off. "Well, don’t get too conceited. Our young master will arrive soon, and you’ll get a good

is on his way? Then I will have a good chat with him. Since he has messed up my

arms crossed in front of his chest, Maximilian waited for the

Preston’s car stopped

strode into the villa, glanced around the yard and

when he arrived, the whole villa would be under the chef’s control. All he needed to do would be

chef and the others were bunching up in a panic, while Maximilian was sitting

What are you doing here?" Preston roared

is actually fine

He looked at Maximilian in astonishment. "He’s OK? How can

wide open, but, but

at the chef in fury, thinking that he had raised a bunch of trashes who couldn’t even handle a small

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

drugged food. You even want to hold the innocent

who make great achievements don’t stick to trifles. I, Preston Richardson, never go after fame or money! I don’t care about those details!" Preston asserted in a positive tone, as if it was a

go far. Why am I feeling sick talking to you? Let’s stop talking nonsense. Let me kick you back to

that? I’ll

Preston lifted his robe and drew out the two daggers from his waist. With the two daggers

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