My Waste Husband novel Chapter 377

Paul's words made Bobby's face turn extremely ugly. There were so many people watching, and the woman he liked was still sitting here.

Bobby wanted to swear back, but he didn't dare. Even if he had a higher status in the circle, he wouldn't dare to disrespect Paul.

Bobby smiled and looked at Paul. "Brother Paul, I am Bobby Xiao, and John Xiao is my uncle."

"How dare you call me your brother? Who do you think you are?" Paul looked at Bobby with an unhappy face. It was obvious that he was a rich playboy. "John Xiao is your uncle? When his son is here, he also has to show me some respect. Do you think you are so amazing?"

"This..." Bobby looked terrible and subconsciously glanced at his table. He found that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, which made his face burn in embarrassment.

"What's wrong? I'm here to teach you a lesson. Don't you want to stand out? Who are you? Why should I show some respect to you? What do you want?" Paul looked at Bobby with a sneer on his face.

Bobby was scolded by Paul and did not dare to say a word.

Two tables of people beside heard Paul's curses. They turned their heads and saw that it was Paul. They immediately looked away.

How rich Paul was! Many people had heard of him. If they offended him, they would suffer a lot.

Paul scolded Bobby, but Bobby didn't dare to say a word. The confidence he had just had disappeared at this moment.

"D*mn it, how dare you come to our Cheng family and have a meal? Bah!" Paul said, spitting on the table. "Now you can eat!"

After that, Paul strode away.

Henry ate the chicken leg in his hand. When he was about to pick up food, he saw a mouthful of thick saliva falling on the plate in front of him. This scene made Henry's face become gloomy.

Seeing Paul leave, Bobby and his friends, as well as the people at their table, all breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was worried that Paul would target them just now, otherwise, they would have a hard time in the future. Fortunately, the son of the Cheng family didn't care about them.

Looking at Paul's back as he was leaving, everyone felt a sense of relief.

"Stop, who let you go?" A low voice sounded from their table.

At the same time as this low voice was heard, everyone's heart suddenly jumped. Who was it? Wasn't it a f*cking death wish?

Everyone looked at the speaker.

"Henry, don't implicate us if you want to die!" One of them glared at Henry.

"That's right. What are you doing?"

A man sitting next to Henry moved the stool with great force and was a little farther away from Henry.

Paul stopped for a moment as he walked away, then slowly turned around.

Seeing Paul turn around, Bobby and the others' hearts were about to jump out of their mouths.

Everyone looked at Henry as if he was a lunatic. He took the initiative to provoke Paul. Wasn't he a fool?

"I want to know who dares..." Paul turned around and cursed. Before he could finish his words, he was swallowed into his stomach. He saw Henry sitting on the table.

Henry grabbed Paul's hair and pressed his head on the table. With a poker face, he said, "If you spit on the table, then you have to eat the food on this table. All the food. You have to finish everything. Hurry up."

Although Henry's expression was calm, his words were like the cold wind in winter, making Paul's hair stand on end.

Looking at the table in front of him, which contained 18 dishes, Paul showed bitterness on his face. "Brother Henry, I..."

When Paul was about to say something, Henry directly picked up a porcelain plate, smashed it on the table, picked up a piece of debris, and stuck it into the back of Paul's hand.

The sharpness of the shards cut through Paul's skin, penetrated the back of Paul's hand, and stuck into the table.

"Ah! Ah!"

Paul let out a cry of pain.

Bobby and the others looked at Henry's movements and couldn't help but shiver. This was the second master of the Cheng family. He had beaten him without any hesitation, and he didn't show any mercy at all!

The people sitting at the table with Henry looked at his movements and thought of sarcasm just now. They felt a burst of fear.

"I told you to eat, so you just have to eat," Henry spoke again, and his voice had a strong sense of oppression.

The king of the underground world, the leader of hell, The Conqueror, he would only show his gentleness to the person he loved. No one else could provoke him at will. Otherwise, he would not stand at the top of the underground world and be revered.

Paul trembled in pain and couldn't stop his tears. Henry's voice made his heart tremble. He was afraid, he was really afraid. If he didn't face Henry face to face, he wouldn't feel Henry's oppressive force.