Supreme Warrior!

Supreme Warrior!

Khoa Vu

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Because of his grandfather's will, Henry Richard had to stay at Walter's in-laws for three years. But with his aggressive nature, in just a few days he caused the Walters to become chaotic. He was a thorn in the Walters' eyes, and he was ready to oppose them at any moment. Henry Richard is a supreme warrior and he will never yield to anyone.

Supreme Warrior! Chapter 1 In-Laws.

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.

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