Dragon Master novel Maximilian
Chapter 658 Drugged

The chef dispatched by Preston was staring at the guests in the yard through the kitchen window.

At this moment, the drug in the food had already started to take effect. All of the guests felt dizzy and feeble.

Samuel leaned back in the chair and asked faintly, "Why do I feel weak all over? What's happening?"

"I feel the same way. My head feels muzzy too. I'm slow in reacting. Is there anything wrong with the food?" Darian asked, his eyes blurred.

"There's definitely something wrong with the food. There must be!" Andrew asserted.

Marcus went into a panic. If there was anything wrong with the guests, he would be treated as a joke by everyone.

"What's... what's happening indeed? Victoria, the vegetables were sent by your friend Preston. Could there be anything wrong with them?" Marcus asked, his hand on his forehead.

At this point, Connor staggered over here. "Mr. Lee, I'm afraid the food is drugged. My men at the foot of the mountain told me some people just beat them up and broke in! Probably they are coming for you. I'll ask my people to send you away first."

"Hahaha, none of you is leaving today."

Carrying a kitchen knife, the chef walked out, while the sous chef and the helpers came out carrying the ladles, woks and cutting boards as their weapons.

"You! So there's indeed a problem with the food!" Marcus roared in surprise and anger.

"Yeah, the food was indeed drugged by us, but everyone present here should not panic. We, the Richardson family never get the innocent people involved. We just need to deal with Maximilian today, and you will be the witnesses," The chef said loudly.

It was a plan made by Preston long ago to insult Maximilian in public.

As the saying goes, joy was better enjoyed shared than alone. Therefore, Preston believed humiliating Maximilian in public would be more fulfilling and satisfying.

Besides, Preston could break up Maximilian and Victoria more quickly if he humiliated Maximilian in front of everyone so that Preston could achieve his goal.

Maximilian stared coldly at the chef, feeling the sensation in his body silently.

A sense of weakness was welling up quietly. Maximilian assumed it was because the drug had taken effect in his body.

If he was really going to fight with a feeble body, he would be the meat on the chopping board, being trampled upon by Preston.

"It's my fault. If I hadn't asked Preston for help, this wouldn't have happened," Victoria regretted. However, it was no use crying over spilt milk, and there was no use for Victoria to regret now.

In addition, everyone present was drugged, and about to be at the mercy of the Richardson family.

All the guests kept quiet out of fear, cowered and dared not speak, praying silently that they could be spared.

Maximilian patted Victoria gently on the hand and said with a smile, "You don't have to blame yourself. It's just a shameful act by Preston. I naturally have my way to deal with him." "Don't comfort me anymore. You've also had the food. I'm afraid..."

Tears kept streaming down Victoria's face. Suddenly, she felt she was so stupid.

Marcus breathed a heavy sigh and regretted, "It was all because I got carried away. If I hadn't taken petty advantage of him, nothing would have happened now."

Maximilian put his hand into the pocket. Touching the little porcelain bottle in it, he felt very grateful.

Fortunately, he had been carrying this little bottle with him all the time. Now he had to recover with the help of the antidote pill in the bottle, hoping that the pill would be able to detoxify the drug in his body. Maximilian flipped open the lid with his thumb and turned over the bottle with his fingers. A small pill in the bottle fell to his palm.

Maximilian drew his hand out of the pocket and stuffed the pill into his mouth without anyone noticing it.

The chef swaggered up to Maximilian with his people. Feeling weak, Connor struggled to stand in front of Maximilian.

At this point, Manager Thomas also rushed over and stood next to Connor.

"What are you going to do? If you want to do anything to Mr. Lee, try to tread over our bodies first!"

"How dare you act so recklessly? In that case, I'll send you straight to hell first."

Waving the kitchen knife in his hand, the chef swung at Manager Thomas and Connor's necks.

Both Manager Thomas and Connor wanted to fling up their arms to fight back, but their arms were so weak and out of control. The movement of their arms failed to keep pace with the reaction in the brain. "Hahaha, go to hell!" The chef laughed smugly, thinking that it was a good thing to do to make an example out of them first.

The moment the kitchen knife was about to streak across their necks, both Manager Thomas and Connor's bodies leaned backwards.

It turned out that at this critical moment, Maximilian reached out his hands, grabbed the clothes on their backs and jerked the two of them backwards.

Manager Thomas and Connor flopped down to the ground, while the kitchen knife swept the empty air and didn't hurt the two.

Lying on the ground, Manager Thomas and Connor were gasping. They reflected on the last scene, fear welling up inside them.

The chef's eyes fixed on Maximilian. "Well, how dare you foul up my plan? It seemed that I need to teach you a lesson first."

Now, the chef was feeling enraged and ashamed at the same time, thinking that Maximilian had deflated his arrogance and broken his spirits. Therefore, he vented his anger on Maximilian.

If it weren't for Preston's order, the chef even wanted to cut Maximilian straight to two halves.

"How would you like to give me a lesson? Come on and have a try." Maximilian said flatly.

"Fuck, do you really think I don't dare to do that?"

The chef waved the kitchen knife in his hand, dashed towards Maximilian and chopped at his right arm.

"I'm a master of cutting. I'll let you have a taste of my cutting skill today. Let me chop off your right arm to make some human flesh sashimi first!"

The kitchen knife left a streak of cool glint in the air. Then that glint gained on Maximilian rapidly, as if it would envelop Maximilian completely. Maximilian took up the chopsticks on the table with his left hand and poked them into that glint abruptly.

Clank!

The head of the chopsticks hit against the kitchen knife, making a crisp sound.

Upon that, the dazzling glint vanished, only to see the blade of the kitchen knife resting between the chopsticks in Maximilian's hands.

To ward off the sharp kitchen knife with a pair of wooden chopsticks, it sounded incredible to everyone.

However, something incredible was actually happening in front of everyone.

His eyes widened, the chef stared at the point where the chopsticks and the blade intersected, and pushed the kitchen knife down hard, wanting to chop off the chopsticks directly. However, even if the chef was pushing so hard, his efforts seemed to no avail, and the kitchen knife didn't move even a bit.

"What... what's happening?"‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒