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.

Master Benedict got off the car with his people and strode into the yard while Preston was crying.

"Master Benedict? Why have you come here, Master Benedict? You come just on time. Come on and

help me fix Maximilian!" Preston called out, as if he had seen the savior.

Master Benedict walked up to Preston with a smile and then spat out a gobbet of phlegm over

Preston’s face.

"Bah! You fucking bastard. How dare you make trouble at Mr. Lee’s housewarming banquet? Where

did you get that nerve from?"

"Master Benedict, what do you mean by that? Haven’t we reached an… agreement before?"

Before Preston could finish his words, Master Benedict lifted his foot and stamped it hard on his face.

Preston screamed in pain.

"I gave you a chance, but you wouldn’t even admit you are wrong now! Come and fix Preston and his

people!"

With Master Benedict’s roar, his men drew out their sticks one after another and beat Preston and his

people up.

Master Benedict cast a glance at Preston and his people, and then trotted to Maximilian’s side.

He bowed and smiled obsequiously like a servant, and said, "Mr. Lee, I’m late. It’s my fault to startle

you."

Maximilian squinted at Master Benedict and said in a cold voice, "I’m afraid there’s more to it. Do you

think I’m an idiot?"Material © .

"No, it’s not like that. How dare I regard you as an idiot? Please forgive me, Mr. Lee. I’ve played along

with his plot on purpose, just to see what he wanted to do."

Master Benedict put on a miserable look, trying hard to beg for Maximilian’s forgiveness.

Maximilian snorted, pointed at Preston and his people and said, "Take them away and then sort them

out. It’s not an auspicious thing to beat them to death in my yard."

"OK, OK. I’m doing it now."

Master Benedict straightened up at once, shouting orders at his people to drag Preston and the others

away.

Before long, Preston and his people, who were badly injured, were brought away.

Master Benedict bent over and said fawningly, "I reckoned something might happen, so I’ve prepared

many gifts. You may send them to your guests as compensation later, Mr. Lee."

Maximilian nodded and said flatly, "Then you are responsible for seeing the guests off. Send them to

hospital for a check-up, and soothe them. You’ll be held responsible if anyone gets unhappy."

"Please rest assured. I’ll definitely get it done. No one will say anything bad about you."

"Go ahead."

Maximilian waved his hand casually, and signaled Master Benedict to deal with the guests first.

Now that it had 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 astonished at Maximilian’s

sudden change.

The legendary loser dependent on his wife now seemed to be a martial arts master in movies and TV

dramas. Maximilian’s change had impressed the guests.

Master Benedict arranged his people to send the guests away, while Samuel and the others settled

down in the villa.

When everything was settled, Maximilian sat down on the sofa in the living room, face to face with

Master Benedict.

"Benedict, now the gale is raging and the storm is about to burst. You need to figure out what to do."

"I’ve already figured it out. I’ve decided to follow you." Master Benedict said seriously.

"Are you sure about this? It will be a hard way ahead of you once you follow me. Even if you’ve

overcome all obstacles, you may not reach the other shore." Maximilian said with his eyes shut.

After he came back from Lingshan Temple, Maximilian had thought a lot. He figured out that what

Master Fazhi said was inspired by his enemy.

His enemy couldn’t wait any long and intended to drive a wedge between Maximilian and other parties

involved, so the situation would become turmoil.

As long as the situation was in a chaos, each interested party would go into action, and then everyone

would be locked in a tangled fight.

In the face of an impending dogfight, Maximilian hadn’t been fully prepared yet. However, he was

unable to resist the changes of situation. What he could do was to meet the challenges and break the

barrier.

Master Benedict gave a bitter smile and said, "Now, everybody gives me a cold shoulder. I’m

marginalized by not only Dragon Queen, but also the Head of dragon lords.”

“If I follow them, I may not take the credit, but I will be the first one to die. I don’t want to be the cannon

fodder. However, if I follow you now… Although it’s dangerous, I’ll benefit the most in the future.”

“I am just joking. I’ll take my chances and risk my life. If you win, there lies in front of me a way to a

happy life full of delicious food, good wine, as well as beauties from various countries. If you lose,

everyone dies anyway. It doesn’t matter if I die a few years earlier. I have fought for my dream, so it will

be a worthwhile life."

After a few months’ deliberation, Master Benedict finally made the most important decision in his life,

and put all his chips on Maximilian’s side.

Maximilian gave a faint smile and patted Master Benedict on the shoulder. "Since you’ve taken my

side, do whatever I tell you to do. Don’t waver anymore. Otherwise, I won’t let you off the hook so

easily."

"Don’t worry. From now on, I, Benedict, only have you as my master!"