My Waste Husband
Chapter 1150

Chapter 1150

The moment the cheetah and chameleon men looked towards them, Henry was prepared to lash out any time.

Although a Qi-cultivator would use their attacks in front of the ordinary, that also depended on the situation.

At that moment, they were in the laundry room under the cabin. There were four people, and only the middle-aged woman was an ordinary person. The cheetah and chameleon men could kill the middle-aged woman without any hesitation and then solve their matters with Henry. No one would know anything.

Henry had his fists clenched and was ready to fight anytime. At that moment, the woman turned around and immediately saw the cheetah and chameleon men behind her.

The sight of the leopard man's completely shredded clothes from the battle, and the strange colour of the chameleon man's face that made it not clearly visible, startled the woman.

"Who are you guys?! Sailors! Sailors!" the woman screamed loudly the moment she saw them both.

There was a flash of malice in the cheetah man's

eyes, but the chameleon man shook his head. Then the two of them left quickly amid the screams of the woman. By the time the sailors arrived, the two men were already long gone.

Henry breathed a sigh of relief. He really made a huge mistake this time. He was overconfident!

The way Henry saw it, with Master Lu's remaining supremacy from the past, even if people came to give him trouble, they would do it secretly. After all, with the information they currently had, they all knew that Master Lu had a very high status in the Qi-refining Realm. As his successor, if someone wanted to deal with him, that person would also do it in secret. Just like those opponents before,

their faces were all covered with masks even in the dark. After all, he had another identity. He was the Archbishop of the Recluse Association in the Asian Continent. If someone touched him, it would mean declaring war with the Recluse Association.

However, the Alvin League had no such concerns. They had been in conflict with the Recluse Association long ago. Now that people knew that Henry was Justus's disciple, they attacked him daringly and sent two experts to get him. According to them, the two of them were just the vanguards. Many from the Alvin League had already begun their search for him.

Previously, Henry was confident that no one dared to attack him openly, and he could also strengthen himself through those who dared to. However, the mistake of this sort led him into great difficulty, causing him to require mixing into the crowd of the ordinary in order to protect himself.

Seeing that the chameleon and cheetah men had been driven away by the middle- aged woman, Henry breathed a sigh of relief. He was exhausted and needed time to recover.

The middle-aged woman saw Henry still standing in the laundry room. She frowned and yelled at him angrily, "What are you still standing there for? Get your ass into the kitchen!"

After saying that, the middle-aged woman strode out of the laundry room.

Henry followed the middle-aged woman out of the laundry room. This was a passage that connected both ends. Henry glanced at one direction. Just as he was about to take a step towards the opposite direction, the chameleon and cheetah man was visibly seen there. Henry immediately turned and followed obediently behind the middle- aged woman. The several rooms the passage led to, were the kitchens of the cruise ship.

"Hurry up! All of you temporary staff only know to laze about instead of work. Served you right to remain working only as temporary staff!" The middle-aged woman scolded.

Henry did not dare to walk around freely, for fear that the middle- aged woman's shouting would attract the attention of the cheetah and chameleon man. He followed the woman into the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Henry felt flustered.

This kitchen was huge, it had a total of six stoves. It was comparable to a regular-sized hotel.

Six chefs stood over the stoves, tossing pans and stirring- frying with their ladles, all seemingly professional. Henry felt flustered because the chefs excluded, the rest of the people in the kitchen were all in a state of stupefaction. They ran to and forth in the kitchen, but never really got anything done.

A middle-aged man who wore a chef's uniform seemed to be the manager. He stood in the centre of the kitchen, giving orders to the people.

"Hey, you, go chop up the garlic. I told you to mince up those garlic, now look what you have done?"

"And you, where is my fish? What are you doing?"

"You, you, you, hurry up and prepare the side-dishes. The orders are all coming. Don't you know how to prepare the side-dishes? If you don't, go refer to the forms on the wall, just do as it says!"

The middle-aged man was so anxious that his head dripped with sweat as he stood there and stamped his feet anxiously. When he saw the middle-aged woman, he immediately complained, "Can you find some more professional temporary staff? Look at these people, this one can't kill fish, one doesn't know how to make side-dishes, and one can't even chop up garlic. The boss had already called the head chef up. Just wait and see, the head chef will definitely curse at us when he comes back!"

"What else can I do!" The middle-aged woman was even more agitated. "They are all temporary staff. How professional do you expect them to be? Why don't you go recruit people next time!

Instead of leaving these troublesome things to me every d*mn time!"

Henry's head ached when he listened to the conversation between them both. He wanted to find a chance to slip away. It was better for him to find some place quiet for a good rest.

Henry was about to turn around and slip away when the doors to kitchen was pushed open.

The head chef with a tall hat on his head strode in with anger written all over his face. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he shouted and cursed. Nasty words of all sorts flew out of his mouth, and his saliva flew all over the place.

Henry stood closest to the head chef. If he had not quickly retreated a few steps, saliva would definitely have splattered all over his face.

The head chef's expression was ferocious. "Turn off the d*mn flames! All of you! Get out on the deck! Go stand in the sun for the whole afternoon! Remember this! If I'm not having a good day, neither will any of you!"

Obviously, it was not the first time he ordered everyone to go to the deck to be punished. The chefs who were busy cooking all turned down the flames in a familiar manner. The others too walked together obediently, all waiting for the chefs to lead them out of the kitchen.

Henry was stunned. Were they really going to go to the deck? If so, he'd be completely exposed to the eyes of the cheetah and chameleon men? How would he find time to recover?

As he thought of it, Henry quickly smiled and rubbed his hands, then said, "Head chef, which dish were you unhappy about?"

"Which dish? You still have the nerve to ask?" the head chef was obviously not surprised to see Henry, a new face who suddenly appeared. In fact, all the temporary staff on the ship were new faces to him. "The boss is not satisfied with every dish!" "Head Chef, don't you worry." Henry strode

to a stove and took a look at the dishes in the pot. He reached out to touch the food in the pot and lick his finger. Then he said, "There's no problem with the method of preparing this dish. The only issue is just that the seasoning had been overdone. Change that, and it'll definitely improve the taste, and the boss shall be pleased."

As soon as Henry said that, he was pulled aside and people said to him in low tones, "Enough with nonsense. You are just a kitchen porter. How could you tell the chef how he should cook? Do you even know the rules of the kitchen?"