My Waste Husband
Chapter 1012

Chapter 1012

Wyck's eyes were filled with disbelief. He wasn't surprised at Henry's strength, but he simply couldn't believe that this little jailer would dare to attack him! What right did he have? He was one of Lord Dalton's men!

Wyck gritted his teeth. "You..."

Pa!

Another slap on the Wyck's face.

"I said, shut up." Henry shook his wrist. "Listen to me."

Wyck was struck so hard that he couldn't wrap his mouth around it, but he shut it up subconsciously.

Henry raised his hand and slapped Wyck in the face.

"You keep saying that we're despicable, but you don't know that you're the one who's despicable."

After Henry scolded him, he gave him another slap.

"Every nation has the glory of its own. This kind of glory is something that no one can insult. You deserve to be beaten."

After the two consecutive slaps, not to mention Wyck, even Dalton was standing by the side, watching in a daze.

Henry waved his hand again.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Three continuous crisp sounds rang out on Wyck's face. "This time, there is no reason for beating you. I just want to hit you. If you don't accept it, try to fight back."

Henry put his hands into his trouser pockets and smiled.

Wyck's body started to shake slowly. The burning pain on his face kept stimulating him.

The look in Wyck's eyes was gradually filled with killing intent, and a huge mantis appeared behind him.

"I'm going, I'm going to kill you!" Wyck roared.

"According to the rules of the Recluse Association, if you want to kill me, can I kill you in self- defence?" Henry bared his teeth, and his hand in his right pocket was stretched out like lightning, directly grabbing hold of Wyck's throat.

The mantis that had just appeared behind Wyck also instantly dispersed.

Wyck clenched his fists and wanted to fight back, but he was horrified to find that his own qi could not be gathered. On the other side's big hand, there was a surging force that constantly emerged and locked all the Qi in his body.

"This..." Wyck's eyes widened. He didn't believe that this was a jailer's strength. It was too terrifying!

Jilisa, who had been watching the battle in the corner, suddenly stood up at this moment and roared, "Henry Zhang, you've crossed the line! Wyck just said some harsh words and didn't do anything to you. Your actions are deliberately damaging the relations in the guild."

Dalton, frightened by the strength shown by Henry, also reacted in time. "Yes, you are just a jailer under Andrew's command, and you directly attack my men. Do you know what this means? Now, I command you to let go of a disciple of Bishop Hebor!"

Henry was not swayed by Dalton's words. He was still pinching Wyck's throat.

With both feet off the ground, the look on Wyck's face had become exceptionally hard to look at.

"I told you to let him go, didn't you hear me?!" Dalton roared again.

The owner of the restaurant came out of the kitchen and looked into the hall. He said with a relaxed face, "Remember, don't mess with my stuff, or I'll be rude."

"Of course," Henry replied with a smile. "The 70- year old cutlery from the last century. There aren't many left. If you break one of them, there'll be one less in this world. Of course, we'll take good care of it."

Hearing this, the restaurant owner's eyes lit up. "You know this?"

"I know a little bit. When you're free, we can talk." Henry responded and looked back at Wyck.

The restaurant owner nodded and said, "Well, it's been a long time since I've met a young man as knowledgeable as you. If there's a chance, come to my place more often."

After the owner of the restaurant finished speaking, he picked up a clean plate and wiped it carefully with a brand-new cloth.

"Henry Zhang, you are so arrogant!" A shout came from outside the restaurant. Andrew pushed open the door of the restaurant, strode in, and shouted, "As a prison guard, you attacked Bishop Hebor's men. Who gave you so much right? Let him go! You violated the rules of the Recluse Association, and I can kill you now!"

"Okay, okay." Henry shrugged his shoulders and loosened his grip on Wyck's hand.

Wyck let out a burst of rapid, dry coughs.

Andrew strode over to Henry and said, "Henry, you're too reckless and disregard the rules of the Recluse Association. If it weren't for the fact that you've rendered meritorious service, I would have taken your life right away! I've got another matter to ask you. This time, I've sent a total of 30 people to enter purgatory to look for Robin. Now that you're the only one who has come out, where are the other 29 people? Including what happened this time, you reported it directly to the bishop. In your eyes, do you still have me as your master?"

Henry smiled and did not say anything. Whether it was Jilisa or Andrew, they all wanted to send a message to Flynn that Henry was following the order to rescue Flynn.

Seeing that Henry was silent, Andrew continued to say, "Henry, do you think you can rely on someone to back you up? I'm telling you, as long as I am in charge, you will always be a jailer. Don't make me see you as an enemy. This is the Recluse Association, not a place where you can act wildly!"

After saying that, he turned to Dalton and said, "The people under me don't know how to behave properly. Please don't get offended."

Dalton snorted coldly. "Andrew Garfield, the people below you should be disciplined. You have direct responsibility. This time, I won't haggle with you. Next time, it won't be so easy."

"Don't worry. There won't be a next time." He patted his chest and promised.

Dalton said to Henry, "Boy, you should be careful in the future! You are just a prison guard. Wyck, let's go."

"Yes." Wyck lowered his head, followed Dalton, and walked out of the restaurant.

After giving a warning look to Henry, Andrew turned around and left.

Flynn stood there, looking anxious.

"Elder brother, I'm going to find my dad now and tell him to talk to Andrew!"

As soon as Flynn finished speaking, he heard a voice coming from outside the restaurant. The voice was gentle and made people feel particularly comfortable.

"You two can eat whatever you want, but don't talk nonsense. Come out."

"Hey." The restaurant owner, who was wiping the plates, suddenly looked up and said, "Bishop Morvyn is here. It's my honour. Why don't you come in and have a seat?"

"No need." Morvyn's voice continued to come from outside the restaurant. "The tableware inside is from a rare collection. If I accidentally break a few of them, I wouldn't be able to afford them. |'d better stand outside and feel more relaxed."

Henry and Flynn looked at each other and then walked out of the restaurant.

As soon as they got out of the restaurant, they saw the white-robed Morvyn standing at the door.