CHAPTER 39: HIS LUCKY DAY

"Oh oh, it’s someone we know!" Maxwell coldly smiled.

Vincent was slightly startled upon seeing Maxwell but then said in disdain: "You piece of trash is still alive? Did you hide in a cave for 3 days and 3 nights in Eden?"

"There’s no need to think, that’s definitely the case."

"Trash will forever be trash. Do you want to change your fate by participating in the hunting contest? Maxwell, your wishful thinking is too much, hahaha..."

Vincent’s face was filled with disdain as he hugged Lena a little tighter. Upon being squeezed, Lena’s large twin peaks pushed outwards as if it was about to explode out of her clothes.

Lena glanced at Maxwell and coldly sneered, "Vincent how can that trash be compared to you? He could participate in the entrance competition a hundred times and still wouldn’t become a senior member. You, on the other hand don’t even need to participate and can become a senior member. This is the difference."

"Beautiful, what you’ve said was correct – that’s fate. You used to be his fiancée, but now you’re mine. This was all destined by fate, hahaha..." As he said this, Vincent lifted Lena’s chin and kissed her passionately. She had a delightful look on her face before she glanced at Maxwell through the corner of her eyes coldly with a look of ridicule.

"Constantine, do you have a feeling of wanting to throw up?" Asked Maxwell in a low mumble.

Constantine had a goofy look on his face and replied: "Sir Maxwell, my lower part wants to throw up."

Maxwell’s face changed as he glanced at Constantine’s crotch area before exclaiming: "Oh shit! Constantine, you enjoy this type of stuff?"

Maxwell felt that Constantine’s big brother down there was about to...

Constantine didn’t know how to react so he could only grin like an idiot.

He was like a large, bulky man with a bald head, giving people who didn’t know him a sense of unease.

Lena heard their conversation and her face changed. She was just like Maxwell, who imagined that Constantine’s big brother was about to throw up that white substance, so she angrily said: "Vincent, he... He... Dare to insult me."

A sound washed over them all like a wave as a smell shrouded them. It was something Vincent couldn’t get away from no matter how hard he tried.

"Slap!"

Vincent suddenly stood up while slapping the table before glaring at Constantine: "You damn dog thing, I think you’re tired of living!"

At this time, Constantine realised what Maxwell was implying and tried to explain: "H, Sir Maxwell, I was trying to say I want to take a shit. It’s my ass that wants to throw up, now that the other part. This type of woman is not even up to my standards."

Constantine treated Vincent’s roar as if he didn’t even hear it.

"Hahaha... Constantine, how come I didn’t know you were able to speak that eloquently?" Maxwell almost sprayed saliva from his laughter. He had never heard of anyone wanting to take a shit from looking at a woman; Constantine was way too talented.

Gwendolyn couldn’t hold it in anymore and also started laughing with her mouth covered.

Maxwell then said: "You’re right; this type of woman is considered the public bus type, so you wanting to shit from looking at her is very normal."

Constantine scratched his head and asked: "But, what is a bus-type woman?"

Vincent also looked at Maxwell waiting for an answer.

Lena looked at Maxwell in curiosity while Gwendolyn also wanted to know the answer.

Maxwell lightly smiled and looked at Vincent before replying: "Those bus-type women are women anyone can ride, and it happens to be very cheap."

"Uh? Then, isn’t it just like those women in Pub360?" Constantine asked with a serious expression.

"Can you not insult the women at Pub360? How can their costs be compared to Lena’s? A single night with them costs upwards of a hundred silver currency while Lena is much less expensive. Am I right?" Maxwell loudly asked. He then smirked at Vincent and said: "Has anyone noticed there’s a green glow above his head?"

Constantine paused before asking in confusion: "Sir Maxwell, what is this green glow?"

Maxwell continued smirking: "It’s the green glow of several hundred green hats on his head, and my eyes are almost blind from looking at it."

"Bam!"

Vincent stood up in a rage and overturned the table causing all the dishes to smash onto the floor. "You damn trash."

"I’ve been waiting for a long time!" Maxwell roared out. He already couldn’t stand the sight of him yet Vincent still tried to put on a show. Where the hell does his superiority complex come from?

When a fly is buzzing around in front of you, the best method is to kill it with a single slap!

"Vincent, kill him. As long as you kill him, tonight you can do whatever you want to me." Lena’s face appeared a bit pale.

Gwendolyn’s eyes narrowed as she glared at Lena. Who got the chills when she was glared at by Gwendolyn and couldn’t help shiver a bit.

Upon hearing Lena’s words, Vincent’s eyes livened up. He pulled back his sleeves and loudly said: "Lena, just watch now!"

"Someone come, go get him!"

As his voice faded, 3 lackeys immediately rushed forth.

"Sir Maxwell, let me take care of them!"

Constantine scratched his head as he stepped in front of Maxwell. Watching the 3 lackeys rush forth, Constantine gave a goofy smile and said in a domineering tone: "Too slow, this one is impatient with waiting."

He took one step forward.

"Bam!"

The entire Cook’s Kitchen slightly shook. Constantine raised his palms and made a horizontal slapping motion.

"Slap!"

A handprint was seen on one of the minions’ cheeks, which sent him flying into the air before smashing into a wall and fainting.

The other two didn’t have time to react before Constantine grabbed onto them and tossed them out of the window.

With two "Splashes!" They both fell into the river outside.

Vincent’s face changed, and he immediately took out his sword. He then charged towards Maxwell slashing down.

Maxwell didn’t move from his spot as if he was scared silly.

Seeing that Maxwell appeared to be scared silly, Lena’s eyes had a playful look in them and an arrogant expression appeared on her face.

The sword was centimetres away from Maxwell, and he would die soon. Vincent, too, was a bit excited because once he killed Maxwell, tonight he’ll be able to tap Lena’s ass. This was a dream of many years and now that it was going to be fulfilled soon, he almost couldn’t stop himself from laughing out loud.

"Humph!"

Maxwell coldly humphed as his fingers moved. He clasped onto the sword and the oppression from someone at level 2 bronze rank was released.

"Bam!"

Vincent’s mental consciousness was directly pressed down.

"Slap!"

Maxwell slapped Vincent and yelled: "Try saying trash one more time!"

Without waiting for Vincent’s response, another slap landed. Maxwell’s voice became louder, "Try saying trash one more time!"

"Slap..." Over a dozen slaps later, Vincent’s face looked like a pig’s head and his eyes were now just slits.

Maxwell already had a belly full of rage while in the Gillette Household academy training grounds. He originally wanted to eat a good meal and never imagined he would meet the eyesore Vincent. If he didn’t use this chance to release his pent-up frustration, then his name wouldn’t be Maxwell.

Another heavy slap landed smacking Vincent onto the ground.

Once the formless oppression was gone, Vincent grabbed his face in pain and started cursing: "You damn trash, you dare to hit me? I’m not going to let you off! I’m gonna have my dad beat you to death, then I’m going to have my eldest uncle kick you out of the household..."

"I’m already going easy on you and you’re still so mouthy? You’re asking for a beating!"

Maxwell kicked and pummeled like a storm to the point where Vincent feared for his life and didn’t dare to say another word.

Eventually, Maxwell lifted Vincent into the air and coldly smiled, "Go back and tell your father and your eldest uncle to clean their asses and wait for me to come explode them up!"

As his voice faded, Maxwell’s hand let go, while Vincent’s body started falling down, and Maxwell leapt into the air and made a volley kick.

"Bam!"

Vincent was like a ball that accurately shot out through the window and landed into the river outside with a. "Splash!"

"Good shot!"

Maxwell started praising himself and waited a few seconds but still didn’t hear a notification tone from the System. He then grinned, "So that guy hasn’t died yet, we’ll consider this his lucky day."

Subsequently, Maxwell turned around and coldly glared at Lena who was shivering from the fright.