My Waste Husband
Chapter 1044

Chapter 1044

"Brother, why are we here?" Flynn could not help but ask.

"Check out who that is." Henry stretched out his hand and pointed to a young man, who had about six men following him as he swaggered in the ghost market, as if he was a king on patrol.

Flynn frowned. "Tucker? That's Dalton Croy's follower."

"Correct." Henry said, "According to the information I've collected, Tucker has been given the role of Dalton's follower for the selection tomorrow. Dalton focuses on quality over quantity, plus he is very wary of others. Although the rules stated no more than 10 followers are allowed, Dalton only had six in total, and he was very confident with the strength of those six followers. It was true that his followers were more powerful than the followers of other contenders, but he could never afford to lose a single one of them."

Flynn's eyes sparkled, and he said, "I get it now, brother. You intend to cripple Tucker in advance so that he can't participate in the selection tomorrow?"

Henry snapped his fingers and said, "You are only half right. Follow me."

Tucker and his men swaggered around the ghost market, picking up something to have a look and kicking something else aside every once in a while. Many stall owners were very unhappy with his behaviour, but no one dared to show it. After all, the power Tucker possessed was clear as day.

In addition, many knew that Tucker had been chosen to be Dalton's follower, and Dalton was the disciple of Hebor. Once the selection ended, Dalton would become the next bishop. Tucker's status would naturally rise as well, If they offended him now, they would find themselves in deep water when he came to them for paybacks.

Henry and Flynn trailed behind Tucker. He was obviously in a good mood and had drank a good amount of alcohol.

"Hey, sweetie, come over and chat a bit with me." Tucker said as he faced a pretty goldenhaired lass, as he daringly reached to grab her with both hands.

The pretty lady dodged away from Tucker's hands. She wanted to show her anger, but she did not dare to do so.

"F*ck you for trying to lay a hand on my sister!" Henry, who had been tailing Tucker, roared at the sight of the situation. He sprinted forward and punched Tucker right in the head.

Flynn, who was following behind Henry, was stunned. "What's going on?" He thought.

The golden-haired lass stood unmoving with surprise. She did not remember having an elder brother like him.

Henry's punch was neither too light nor too heavy. It was just enough to make Tucker's head throb with pain without sustaining any serious injuries.

The arrogant Tucker could not stand such humiliation. He took a look at Henry and yelled, "F*ck him up!"

The few men who followed behind Tucker rushed at Henry immediately.

Henry turned to run away, not saying anything more.

"Get him!" Tucker roared, then took the lead to chase after him.

By the time Flynn came to his realisations, Henry and Tucker as well as his men had already disappeared from his sight.

Flynn suddenly understood Henry's intentions. There were too many people around them, it was clear that it was not a good place to take out Tucker. He intended to first lead Tucker to an empty spot.

Flynn simply remained at his spot. About ten minutes later, he saw Henry return with a relaxed look on his face.

"Let's go. I've got it settled. Now let's continue on to the next step." Henry dusted off his hands, then pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Flynn.

When Flynn saw it, a weirded out expression showed on his face. "A skin mask?"

"I specifically ordered it made to fit over your face. Cost me a bomb, don't you ruin it," Henry said as he pulled out another skin mask and put it over his face. The one Henry used this time was not the one he had used on the trial island, this time he put on a younger mask, the same went for Flynn. The skin masks used by the both of them made them look very ordinary, preventing them from standing out from the crowd.

"Let's go. I'll take you for some fun." Henry strode into a private club with Flynn, after taking a quick scan of the ghost market.

"Brother, what are you..." Flynn still could not figure out what Henry was planning to do.

"I'm helping to find a brother you could count on. You'd just have to rely on him for tomorrow's selection." Henry laughed out loud. "From now on, my name is Syl. As for you, come up with a name for yourself."

Flynn looked into the mirror at the entrance and saw that his face that had turned into an asian- looking face. He reached out and touched the golden hair on his head and said, "You can call me Master Leng."

"Master Leng..." That name rendered Henry speechless. "Well then, what do you know about the culture of Yan Xia?"

Flynn replied with a hollow laugh and said, "Brother, I've been fond of the culture of Yan Xia since I was a child. I used to secretly cross the firewall to play that online dancing game that was really popular in Yan Xia. I even sent public messages in the Donghua server."

Henry gulped and gave Flynn a thumbs-up. This "Mr. Leng" admittedly left him confused.

There was nothing else other than an entrance hall on the first floor of the private club. A wide marble staircase greeted Henry and Flynn. At the very top of the stairs was a door, in front of which stood two strong looking dark-skinned men.

As soon as Henry and Flynn arrived at the door, they were stopped by the two men.

"This is a private area."

"That private area is exactly where we'd like to be." Henry smiled, and a surge of energy condensed in his hand.

The two men immediately put down their arms that blocked Henry after a single glance, allowing Henry and Flynn to enter.

Henry threw a glance at Flynn and then strode into the door.

As soon as they went through the door, Henry and Flynn felt that they had entered a bar, it was filled with restaurant style booths, most of them had already been occupied. People sat around and chatted with each other, mostly talking about topics within the Recluse Association, such as who achieved what, or how their ladies were doing. When it came to men, all they talked about were women and status, on the other hand women just talked about matters of women and men, just like it was in the modern world.

Whether or not one practiced Qi only had to do with how powerful one was. Deep down, everyone was still, after all, human.

Henry and Flynn came to a booth and sat down. Soon enough, a blond beauty with a luscious figure came over with a menu and asked if they needed anything.

Henry glanced at the menu and said, "Don't you have anything exciting here?"

The blonde beauty paused, and a puzzled expression formed across her face. "Exciting? Sir, I don't quite understand what you're talking about."

Henry curled his lips and said, "I heard from Dalton that he's got the good stuff. Looks like it was all just talk. It's alright, I'll be leaving."

Henry looked ready to get up and leave.

The blond beauty quickly grabbed Henry's clothes and said, "I see, so you are Lord Dalton's guest. Haha, we do have something exciting, seeing that you are Lord Dalton's guest. This way, please."

The blond beauty's hips swayed as she moved enchantingly, leading Henry and Flynn to a corner.

A secret door was hidden in the corner. The blonde beauty pushed the door open but did not step in. She only made a welcoming gesture at the door and said, "I hope you both have a great time."

"Haha, of course we will." Henry laughed and swaggered in with Flynn, exactly like Tucker when he visited the ghost town earlier.