Dragon Master

Chapter 660 You Are My Master

Preston was suffering intense pain all over his body, and the pain in his crotch almost killed him.

In an instant, the front of Preston’s robe was completely stained with blood, turning into bloody red.

"It… it hurts!"

Preston groaned, his face distorted, and then he threw himself on his knees slowly.

The chef and the others were dumbfounded, as they never expected that a plate would be so powerful. It was nothing but an ordinary plate!

"Young… young master, how are you feeling now? How about we send you to hospital?" The chef asked in a panic.

Preston stared at Maximilian with resentment. "Who… who are you on earth? How can you be so powerful?"

"I’m just an ordinary man. I just want to show you how to lay low. When one puts on airs, he will be attacked by a plate," Maximilian answered with a smile.

Preston felt depressed. All the arrangements he had made were to push him forward today, but in the end, he came to such a shameful end.

It seemed that Preston had never done anything successfully after he met Maximilian.

"You just wait and see!" Preston spat.

When he wanted to ask the chef to take him away, the crash of vehicles resounded in the air.

Maximilian and the others looked outside the yard gate, only to see a Land Rover crashing into the car Preston was previously in, and now Preston’s car became a total wreck.

"Bastard! Who crashed my car?" Preston roared in fury.

off the car with his people and strode into the

Why have you come here, Master Benedict? You come just on time. Come on and help me fix Maximilian!" Preston

smile and

bastard. How dare you make trouble at Mr. Lee’s housewarming banquet? Where

what do you mean by that?

foot and stamped it hard on his face.

you wouldn’t even admit you are wrong now! Come and fix Preston and his

Master Benedict’s roar, his men drew out their sticks one

at Preston and his people, and then trotted

a servant, and said, "Mr. Lee, I’m late. It’s my fault

said in a cold voice, "I’m afraid there’s more to it. Do you think I’m an

Mr. Lee. I’ve played along with his plot on purpose, just to see what he wanted to

look, trying hard to

sort

OK. I’m

once, shouting orders at

his people, who were

said fawningly, "I reckoned something might happen, so I’ve prepared many gifts.

for seeing the guests off. Send them to hospital for a check-up, and soothe them. You’ll be held responsible if anyone

definitely get it done. No one will

"Go ahead."

and signaled Master

come to this far, Maximilian’s move just now had held all the guests in awe. None of them dared to have any negative opinion on him. On the contrary, they were

now seemed to be a martial arts

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