Supreme Warrior!

The city of Los Angeles...

- Mr. Henry, I beg you to accept the marriage!

In the lobby of the Palace Lotus Flower, an old, harsh figure kneels on the ground, constantly begging the young man in front.

At the top, his tall, fierce but majestic silhouette seemed to radiate a tremendous power flow, filling the entire Palace Lotus Flower.

Henry Richard sat cross-legged on the jade chair, the corner of his lips bent up:

- As Walter's son-in-law, you're asking me to drown myself in a fucking hole?

The older man heard that, and his face immediately changed, shaking his head in a hurry.

- Before the old master died, he made a will. The will requires Sir Henry to go down the mountain and be Walter's son-in-law for three years. Mr. Henry, you can't resist. Consider it, sir.

As soon as the older man finished speaking, all the officials at God of Electricity bowed down and begged simultaneously.

Until now, Henry Richard hated to see people kneeling and begging. Right now, they're putting him in a tight spot. He's the master of the entire Lotus Flower empire, and now they want him to hide his identity, flatter tail, as Walter's son-in-law.

Henry Richard sighed, then waved his hand to signal everyone to get up. All right, three years with him is like a snap, and there's nothing he can't do.

At Walter's in-laws, it's like a bit of experience in his life!

......................

The Walter family is one of the most prominent families!

- Henry Richard, what are you doing so slow you can't even get your feet up?

Clara Walter, the eldest daughter of Walter's family, is also Henry Richard's current wife, crossing her legs for breakfast, bending her lips toward her husband, and scolding him.

Although married, Clara Walter despises Henry Richard's inferiority complex. She's the lady of the Walter family, and yet she has to bite her teeth and marry a cheap cook just because the father of her is so grateful for Richard's family saving Walter's host of a house life.

Hearing Clara Walter screaming in the living room, Henry Richard was cleaning the house with his eyes glued to his eyes. He gripped the broomstick so tightly that the plastic body slowly squeaked and soon broke.

"Mr. Henry, as Walter's son-in-law, I beg you to remain calm. Calm is the key to making a good king."

Henry Richard took a deep breath, quickly cleaned up the wreckage he had just caused, and hurried upstairs.

Clara Walter saw his slovenly figure pouting, threw the melon shell directly to the ground, his lips snorted:

- Your eyes and nose on your head? See this shit right under my feet?

Henry Richard didn't respond, gently bending over to clean up the melon shells that Clara Walter just threw out. Waiting for the expiration of three years, he will teach her how to live correctly!

A loud bell rang suddenly from outside the door.

Henry Richard took out the melon peel and ran to open the door. The guest is Raymond Vincent, Clara Walter's childhood boyfriend. Raymond Vincent used to think, wait for him and Clara Walter to be husband and wife sooner or later. And yet, one night, Clara Walter had to marry Henry Richard.

So in Raymond Vincent's heart, Henry Richard is the thorn in the eye.

- Shit, get out of here!

Raymond Vincent lifts his foot and stomps hard on Henry Richard's bare feet, his arrogant face.

Henry Richard's hands clenched into fists, his heart was boiling with anger, but his face was still very calm.

Trying to make a joke out of him, Raymond Vincent made a big mistake.

Raymond Vincent pushed Henry Richard to a corner of the wall, calmly walked toward Clara Walter, and wrapped his arms around her neck. These two people's intimate posture made Henry Richard feel highly despised. He shrugged, snorted, and walked up to the dressing room.

- Clara Walter, it's time for me to go to the restaurant. I'll be home in five hours.

Henry Richard's words were like the wind in Clara Walter's ear. She smiled and said to Raymond Vincent, then glared at Henry Richard.

He took a taxi and stretched out his shoulder for one. The feeling of comfort spread from head to toe, making Henry Richard extremely satisfied. The air in Walter's house smells like money, and it's not a pleasant time like this.

The restaurant where Henry Richard works is not far from here. He walked into the kitchen, quickly changed his apron, and started working. Henry Richard is one of the five talented chefs here. Although he has only been working for two months, Henry Richard's talent satisfies the restaurant manager.

Chef Felix Kenneth, twenty years older than Henry Richard, always looked at him with an evil eye. He said that as long as Henry Richard worked here for a few more months, he would surely be a threat, replacing his chef's post at any time.

- Henry, what's wrong with your mind these days? Look, did you slice the salmon this thick?

Felix Kenneth flung his hand into his fist, striking suddenly hard on the top of Henry Richard's head. His cold eyes suddenly squinted, holding a thin, sticky piece of salmon just one millimeter thick, sticking it close to Felix Kenneth's face and asking:

- You're telling me, what other units of measure are more minor than millimeters?

Felix Kenneth was startled by his question, his single eyes blazing with anger. The rest of the chefs couldn't help but smile with their hands covering their mouths. Before Henry Richard appeared, Felix Kenneth's arrogant attitude made them feel itchy.

His face soon stiffened. He turned and kicked Edward Jason, the youngest cook standing next to him, with his teeth clenched and swore:

- Shit! Are you laughing at me?

Edward Jason was stomped hard by Felix Kenneth, and the young face immediately swollen and bruised one cheek. Felix Kenneth's shot gave him a sharp pain, rolling around on the ground, moaning.

Seeing this brutal scene, the rest did not dare to laugh up half a word and quickly put their eyes down on who did that person's work.

Felix Kenneth gets cockier and cockier. He walked to the side of chef Jacob Steven, reached out his hand to pinch Jacob Steven's ears red, and cursed:

- Listen carefully to those who oppose me. You'll be crushed to death!

He glanced at Henry Richard as he spoke, and his cruel gaze relentlessly darted at him threateningly.

Henry Richard wiped the oiled hand, and the corners of his lips suddenly bent up. This man is strong enough to do anything, bully and beat his colleagues without pity. What a nerve!

Henry Richard took off his apron and threw it directly on the nearby wall camera. His actions surprised everyone in the kitchen, glaring at him curiously.

- You... What do you want to do?

Felix Kenneth suddenly felt an ominous premonition about to happen. The cold air suddenly ran along Felix Kenneth's back, shaking him three steps back.

Henry Richard shook his head, his hands intertwined, his lips snorted:

- How many times have you hit them? I'll teach you that again!

Felix Kenneth was a little shaken up in his heart. He retreated to the kitchen frame, with his hands behind him, holding a machete, pointing straight at Henry Richard, warning him:

- Get out of here. Do you think I'm scared of you?

Henry Richard leaned his head against the sky and laughed like crazy. It's been a long time since he's had his hands and feet touched, and his body feels itchy. Not good, just when Felix Kenneth got into trouble. If he doesn't teach him a lesson this time, his conscience will be sore.

Keng!

Henry Richard swung his leg and directly kicked Felix Kenneth's knife in his hand. The sound of the knife crashing into the ground was like tearing through the eardrums of the rest. Everyone rolled their eyes, stood in a corner, and watched quietly.

Felix Kenneth opened his mouth, spit, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed towards Henry Richard. He swung his fist straight across his face. However, with that quick movement, Henry Richard gently slips to the side, conveniently dodging the attack.

- Stupid!

He raised his lips, giggling sarcastically.

His words have drowned Felix Kenneth's pride in a few layers of hell. Anger flared up inside him. Felix Kenneth turned around and continued to pick up the knife to Henry Richard's side-by-side.

- Henry, be careful!

Jacob Steven hastened to remind him.

Henry Richard nodded lightly, then did not shy away, reached out directly, and seized the opportunity to grab Felix Kenneth's knife-handling arm. Felix Kenneth struggled to close his hand, but Henry Richard's extreme strength made him unable to resist. Each finger was quickly snapped by Henry Richard conveniently.

Sprinkle... sprinkle...

The sound of broken bones in two constantly rang out, making everyone here shiver with horror.

- Aaaaaaaaa...

Felix Kenneth was in a cold sweat, struggling desperately. However, Henry Richard still had no intention of sparing him. He put Felix Kenneth on the ground, calmly sitting on his back. His arrogant yet dignified posture is like a unique ruler, one by one.

Despite Felix Kenneth's struggle, he still couldn't get over Henry Richard. He lifted his other hand, cruelly breaking each finger. At this rate, the ten fingertips of Felix Kenneth were cracked by Henry Richard.

His methods are ruthless, without any respect. The Jacob Steven people turned blind to it as if they didn't see anything.

Felix Kenneth held his broken hands before his eyes, trembling with pain. The cold sweat on his forehead flowed like water, fluttering for a moment, and then he fainted.

Because the camera was covered during the incident, plus those present in the kitchen confirmed at the same time that Felix Kenneth was not careful, so Henry Richard suddenly escaped.

- Henry, thank you!

Edward Jason and Jacob Steven embraced Henry Richard's shoulder with great laughter. They had hated Felix Kenneth's arrogant attitude until now, but no one dared to stand up. If he plays tricks, this fine job will be fired.

Felix Kenneth's broken arm means the replacement chef will be Henry Richard. He took off his apron, changed his clothes, and returned to Walter's mansion.

When Henry Richard returned to Walter's mansion, Clara Walter and Raymond Vincent had already said goodbye. Seeing her husband's crummy appearance, Clara Walter immediately raised her contemptuous lips:

- It's Walter's son-in-law, and the naughty ones are always dirty.

Henry Richard didn't want to have much sex with women, so he just smiled and turned a blind eye, then walked up to his room.

Down the hall is constantly transmitting to Clara Walter's loud and small.

- Henry Richard, what's your attitude?

Although the two married for five months, they have never been physically touched or slept in the same room. Clara Walter forced Henry Richard to live in a cramped storage room at the end of the second-floor corridor.

Henry Richard did not speak out against it. They happily accepted it.

He lay in bed with his hand wrapped in a red necklace, the exclusive symbol of the Lotus Flower empire. Henry Richard signed. The master ruled a kingdom, which now had to live the life of a mediocre man, only to cultivate his fiery temper.

Henry Richard might be willing to smash a big city out of frustration because the food didn't suit him. If he can't control this personality, only the Lotus Flower people will not obey and resist the reaction.

Lying in a deep sleep for a while, Henry gradually fell asleep. He dreamed that he seemed lifted high, then suffered a tremendous stream of power crashing through his body. The organs seem to have broken apart as well.

The frightening nightmare startled Henry Richard to sit up. He wiped the sweat across his eyes with his hand and breathed a sound. At 7 p.m. Henry Richard calmly changed into his pajamas, then walked downstairs.

Walter and his wife were back early, and as soon as they saw him, they called in:

- Henry, come here!

Contrary to their daughter's hateful attitude, Walter's grandparents immensely love this son-in-law.

For Walter, Henry Richard was not only grateful for saving his life in the stroke that happened a few months ago but also for the one he trusted the most.

- Tomorrow, Patrick's House will hold a memorial service for the old lady, you and Clara Walter, prepare yourself a big present. Remember, Lady Patrick's doesn't like luxuries.

Henry Richard nodded. He understands the Patrick family doesn't like him, especially Rufus Patrick, her eldest grandson.

Ever since Henry stepped foot in their house, Walter's been suffering thousands of words coming in and out, cursing, scolding behind his back. He's too familiar.

However, his parents-in-law wanted him to choose the gift himself, and Henry Richard could not embarrass his grandparents.

Clara Walter's monthly living expenses weren't enough to buy him a loaf of bread, where she could afford a valuable gift. Henry Richard rushed upstairs, knocked on Clara Walter's door, and said:

- Clara Walter, I have something to discuss with you.

- Get out! You and I have nothing to talk about.

From inside the room, Clara Walter's sour voice came out. She forbade Henry Richard from being allowed to set foot here even a millimeter.

Henry Richard is no joke. If he doesn't let him in, he has to go in. Henry Richard swung his foot and kicked a heavy toll on the door.

The door swung after a moment, and the lock burst open in front of Clara Walter's astonished eyes. She opened her mouth wide, looking at Henry Richard looking at the door that had broken the lock, which choked her body:

- Henry Richard! How dare you come into my room?

In the face of Clara Walter's extreme anger, Henry Richard remained remarkably calm. He walked toward her bed, suddenly flung down, directly into the matter:

- Mr. Walter asked for a gift for Lady Patrick's longevity. Clara Walter, the money you gave me isn't enough!

Clara Walter was furious, grabbed the vase on the table with her hand, and aimed at Henry Richard.

As soon as the vase approached his face, Henry Richard graciously grabbed Clara Walter's hand, pushing her backward. Clara Walter fell on the bed, her slim back hitting the ground. The sharp pain on her back caused Clara Walter to shed tears, and the vase fell to pieces.

- Henry Richard, you... friend...

Clara Walter, the fat one, says no, and his fingertips shake.

Henry Richard lowered his head to her, his beautiful mouth slightly bent:

- Don't be rude to me here. Are you going to be humiliated every day or two? Clara Walter, you underestimate Henry Richard me!

- I'm telling you, I'm not going to give you any money. Henry Richard, let's see how you will deal with Patrick's tomorrow.

Clara Walter opened her mouth and cursed.

Henry Richard shrugged his shoulders, then stood straight outside, despite her constant struggle and screaming.

No matter how badly Clara Walter treated him, Walter's grandparents were the ones he respected. Henry Richard drew from his pocket some change, counted it over and over, then sighed. His monthly salary was wiped out by Clara Walter, leaving his husband with only a few pennies.

Ring... ring

Suddenly, his cell phone rang a bell. The phone number has only one, which is typical of the Lotus Flower empire.

- Sir, if there's any difficulty, you can contact the God of electricity for help!

Mr. Conal's husky voice rang at the other end of the line. Henry Richard lay down on the bed, casually saying:

- Black card! I need a black card immediately.

Mr. Conal remained silent for a moment, then quickly replied:

- We have deposited your black card at the bank. However...

Speaking of which, Mr. Conal suddenly hesitated. His great attitude made Henry Richard unhappy. Until now, he has hated stammers and indecisive words.

- Why? You know my personality, don't you?

Realizing Ngoan Henry's cold language, Mr. Conal immediately smiled and then answered:

- You should go to the bank at the address I sent you.

Speaking of which, Mr. Conal quickly hung up the phone. The long mending sound sounded like teasing Henry Richard. He threw his phone aside, crossed his hands over his forehead, thought for a moment, then decided to wait half an hour to go out.

Because Walter's family is on high alert, it's hard to get out until 10 p.m, and the entire villa is set up for automatic security. If Henry Richard doesn't arrive at the bank until early tomorrow morning, it won't be in time for Lady Patrick's birthday celebration.

He stretched his shoulders a little, stood up for his coat, and quickly walked downstairs. It's eight o'clock in the evening, and Walter's villa will be closed in two hours.

Henry Richard squeezed his shirt over his shoulder and walked straight outside. As soon as he got out of the villa gate, he immediately took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit a cigarette. The white smoke came out in front of his eyes like a roll of his muscular body inside.

How does it feel to be free to walk on a road like this?

Henry Richard smiled slightly and stretched out his shoulders a few times, strengthening his bones. Clara Walter never knew, even without her petty cash, Henry Richard could afford to buy a house with a card, a red book, and put on a scale.

Because Walter was very kind to him, Henry Richard was comfortable, enthusiastically fulfilling his wishes.

Henry Richard arbitrarily caught a taxi parked on the side of the road, directly taking the address to the city's most delicate and modern pearl counter. The driver was a young man in his twenties. After hearing about the location where Henry Richard wanted to go, he was startled.

- Hey... Hey, brother! Did you know that the most famous pearl restaurant in the city costs billions?

Hearing him ask, Henry Richard, nodded indifferently:

- Got it. What do you mean?

- Haaa... Don't you look back on yourself? Be careful not to stick a toe in the store and get chased like dogs by employees with brooms!