My Waste Husband novel Chapter 262

The gentle music in the clubhouse stopped because of what happened here.

"Enough!" Sylvia slammed the table. Although she didn't know what the identity of Tyler was, she could guess from Chris's attitude. "Mr Shan, right? Today's matter is your fault. You make trouble for us again and again. Although we are nobody, we will not be bullied by others. Today's matter, we will get justice. Husband, let's go!"

Sylvia took Henry's hand and was ready to walk out of the club.

"Go?" Tyler sneered and stopped Sylvia. "Did I let you go? Let me tell you, I'm going to sleep with you today. I'll see who can leave!"

"Young Master Shan, Young Master Shan, calm down." President Fong of the Yongtai Real Estate came over. "Today is a good day. Let's have a drink to calm down. Come on, let me propose a toast to everyone."

With this, President Fong picked up his glass and poured himself a full glass. He said loudly, "Come on, everyone, raise your glass. I'll drink first!"

Everyone could see that President Fong had come to ease the situation, so they all raised their glasses.

"Drink wine? Go away!" Tyler slapped off the glass in President Fong's hand, and the wine spilt all over President Fong's body.

In this regard, President Fong just smiled and didn't say anything.

At this time, Chris said, "Mr Shan, if my godson has done something wrong, I apologize to you, and you don't have to make things difficult for him."

"Apologize to me?" Tyler glanced at Chris and pointed at Milan. "Why do you have for me to apologize to me? This is your daughter, right? You make her take off her clothes and dance for me here. I'll accept your apology. What do you think?"

Chris's face darkened. "Mr Shan, don't you think it's a little too much?"

"Too much? Do you dare to say that I'm going too far? Today, I will let you see what is going too far!" Tyler rolled up his sleeves and pointed at Sylvia. "Take her!"

Several young men standing behind Tyler all reached out to grab Sylvia.

At the same time, Tyler also reached out his hand to grab in front of Sylvia.

Seeing this, the rest dared not to say anything. Who dared to offend Tyler whose father was in charge of the City Public Security Bureau?

When a young man was about to grab Sylvia, a burst of explosion suddenly sounded.

A strong airflow swept through the door of the club. People standing in the club could not stand steadily because of this strong airflow.

Henry immediately protected the two women, Sylvia and Milan. When the explosion passed, a cloud of dust rose up.

The originally luxurious gate of the club became dilapidated.

The delicate decoration in the clubhouse and the dazzling delicacies were scattered all over the place because of the airflow.

"Explosion! It's an explosion!"

"Call the police! Call the police!"

Screams could be heard from the club.

At this time, Tyler had no time to bother Henry again. This sudden explosion was beyond everyone's expectation.

Other people thought that Henry was selfish because he escaped alone.

As soon as he got out of the window, Henry saw that two figures were fighting together. One of them, wearing a mask, was obviously with the gangsters inside.

The other figure gave people a strong sense of beauty. It was a woman!

Henry only glanced at them and didn't pay much attention. His eyes were fixed on the time bomb that had been installed on the wall.

The sound of the bomb became more and more frequent. On the timer, the time displayed was less than fifteen seconds.

Henry squatted down and looked at the time bomb at the foot of the wall. The lines were so dense that even the experienced bomb disposal expert did not dare to touch it. It was a very confused bomb, but fortunately, Henry was there.

When he was first brought into this line of business, Henry had experienced a lot of inhumane training. In that kind of training, people's lives would not be taken seriously. All the actual combat training was held by two people. Only when the opponent was dead, the training would be over.

Henry was proficient in all kinds of bombs when he was 16 years old. He forced himself to remember the principle of every bomb because their training method was to open the bomb with bare hands without any help. If he was careless for a moment, he would be smashed to pieces.

It only took five seconds for Henry to find the line and pull it out.

At the moment when Henry pulled out the line of fire, the timer on the bomb stopped abruptly.

Henry breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the two people who were fighting again.

Obviously, the strong woman was no match for the black-clad man with headgear. She was already at a disadvantage. She was beaten by the gangster with mask and retreated one step after another. It seemed that she was no match for him.