My Waste Husband novel Chapter 389

Henry's punch seemed to break through a layer of mist.

Looking at the punch he threw, Henry muttered to himself.

"I misunderstood things. After seeing the murals, I always thought that the existence of Qi had something to do with the method of how you use physical power. In fact, there was no connection. The reason why the ancient sword technique could be in that way was that it could better adjust the force of the sword to the person themself. Instead of cutting with the sword randomly, it could assist in swinging or slashing while you want to make a move!"

Henry's eyes lit up.

"Although I don't know how to practice Qi, people who practice Qi may not be invincible in the world!"

At this moment, Henry seemed to have stepped out of some kind of restriction, which lasted from the day he went to Europe to meet The King Region.

The unknown Qi was like a big stone, pressing down on Henry's heart, making him feel a little breathless.

But today, when he saw that ancient sword art, Henry found an opportunity to get rid of this layer of restriction.

There were hundreds of thousands of roads, and all the roads led to the same destination.

No matter if the ancients relied on themselves or modern people relied on external forces and the help of science and technology, there was only one goal, to be stronger.

After understanding all these, Henry felt much relieved. Although he still needed to figure out where the Qi came from, now he no longer had that kind of pressure on him. Sometimes, a person's insight was only in an instant.

Henry recalled the feeling when he punched just now.

A punch out of nowhere blew up a strong sound.

When Henry wandered to the urban area of Du Hai, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. At this rush hour after work, he thoroughly understood the gap between a big city and a small city.

During the rush hour in Yinzhou, although many people complained about traffic, it took only half an hour to drive for 14 or 15 kilometres, in any case not over 45 minutes. In a city like Du Hai, it would take about two hours.

Henry noticed that the drivers in the car were not anxious at all. Obviously, they had been used to this kind of thing.

"It's you?" Henry was walking when a confused voice came from behind him.

Henry turned his head and saw a man and a woman standing behind him.

Henry remembered this man and woman. They were Nat Jin and Eden Tian from the Sharp Knife. He had seen them in Yinzhou before.

"Why, are you surprised to see me here?" Henry tilted his head.

"No." Nat gave a wry smile. "I just think it might be arranged by God. Last time when we were in danger, you helped us. But this time, we met you again."

Henry chuckled and asked in a strange tone, "Why do you think that I'll help you when you're in trouble?"

Eden replied, "It's not us who are in trouble. It's Helen's squad who is in trouble."

Henry followed the number of the room that Nat just mentioned and looked for it. Before he arrived at the door of the room, Henry heard a scolding voice coming from the box.

"What the hell do you think you are? How dare you beat me? Do you know how much I pay for a year? It's enough to feed you for the rest of your life! You are here to serve me. What did I ask you to do? What do you think you are? F**k!"

In the private room, Jerry was holding a microphone. Apparently, he had drunk a lot.

In the private room, Helen Han, dressed in a black casual suit, stood there, clenching her fists tightly. If there were no people around her to stop her, she would definitely rush up and tear Jerry's mouth into pieces.

Jerry pointed at Helen and said, "I asked you to sleep with me. It's just because I think highly of you. Otherwise, what do you think you are? You are just a nobody! Remember, you have to beg me this time. You made me extremely angry. I'll see how you will end up!"

"Young Master He, calm down first." A man, who looked about 30 years old, picked up a glass of wine and walked up to Jerry. "She is young, angry, and ignorant. I apologize for her on behalf of her. I'll drink this cup of wine first."

As the man said, he was about to drink the wine.

"Who asked you to drink?" Jerry grabbed the wine glass from the other party's hand.

The man smiled and said, "Yes, Master He, you're right. It's my fault."

"You're not qualified to do that. Do you understand?" Jerry raised his glass and tilted his wrist.

The wine flowed down the cup and poured on the man's head.