Chapter 659 Not Qualified to be My Follower


    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 yed 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 red at Maximilian. "How dare you?


    Our young master is not someone you canment on. Fix this loser Maximilian!"


    The sous chef and the helpers rushed up one after another, swinging at Maximilian with theirdles,


    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.


    The kitchen knife fell down into the crowd, chipping off one of the helpers’ right ear.


    "Ouch! My ear is cut off! My ear!"


    The helper covered the wound gushing with blood with his hand, screaming in terror.


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


    of them dared to rush forward anymore.


    The chef regretted that he had acted too smugly 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


    beating!"


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


    housewarming party, I’m going to hold him ountable."


    With his arms crossed in front of his chest, Maximilian waited for the arrival of Preston calmly.


    Before long, Preston’s car stopped outside the vi.


    Preston strode into the vi, nced around the yard and frowned.


    The situation was totally different from Preston’s expectation. He had imagined that when he arrived,


    the whole vi would be under the chef’s control. All he needed to do would be to humiliate Maximilian.


    However, 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 upper hand.


    "What happened exactly? What are you doing here?" Preston roared in anger.


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


    chef answered, pulling a long face.


    Preston was stunned. He looked at Maximilian in astonishment. "He’s OK? How can it be?"


    "But he is OK. We saw him having the dishes with our eyes wide open, but, but he is still OK now, not


    having any symptoms at all!"


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


    handle a small task.


    "A bunch of idiots! Couldn’t you kidnap a hostage to threaten him? Everyone around you could have


    been your hostage!" Preston thundered with rage.


    "Hey, Richardson, you dirty asshole. Let’s not talk about the drugged food. You even want to hold the


    innocent people hostage. Are you worthy the name of ''the seclusion family''?"


    "So what if I’m from the seclusion family? Those 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 great thing to do.


    "A dog and a wolf can’t go far. Why am I feeling sick talking to you? Let’s stop talking nonsense. Let me


    kick you back to your hometown and the whole world will be serene."


    "Fuck! How dare you say that? I’ll show you what I’ve got today!"


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


    in both hands, Preston seemed to be a different person, exuding coldness and ferocity all over.


    "I wanted to humiliate you slowly, but now that you’ve infuriated me, I will send you straight to hell!"


    "Go ahead. Let me see if you are able to do that."


    Maximilian crooked his finger gently, a disdainful smile on his face.


    Preston, who was furious, red up due to Maximilian’s expression right now. He waved both daggers


    in his hands and rushed towards Maximilian without hesitation.


    Maximilian picked up the te at the side of the table and flung it out. The te was of palm size, used


    for cing bones and food residue.


    When the te was flung out from Maximilian’s hand, it drew a white line in the air, flying to Preston at


    lightning speed.


    Preston narrowed his eyes, waved his daggers and chopped at the te with a cold smile.


    "You’re not a total good-for-nothing, but with your lousy skill, you can’t even tie myces!"


    Preston shed at the te with the daggers. However, the moment the daggers hit the te,


    something extraordinary happened.


    With a loud crash, that te wasn’t cut into two halves as Preston expected, but exploded into pieces


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    itself before the des touched it.


    The porcin chips didn’t fly out in all directions. Instead, they shrouded Preston’s whole body like a


    vast blur of mist and rain.


    Preston fell into a total panic!


    Preston was terrified. He had never watched the scene in front of him before. At this point, a ripple of


    fear for death welled up inside Preston, as if he would die the next moment!


    Preston backed off in a flurry, wanting to get out of the blur of mist made of porcin chips, but the


    faster he drew back, the faster the mist rushed forward.


    Before Preston could take two steps back, the mist had already surged in front of Preston and plunged


    into his body.


    With a flurry of undetectable noise, there were countless tiny holes appearing on the robe Preston was


    wearing, while tiny beads of blood ran out of the wounds, staining his robe red gradually.