Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 24: Set a Trap!

The man in the suit looked down at Maxwell with a cold smile, thinking to himself: why did this hick

have the guts to show up in this high-end western restaurant?

Many onlookers began to whisper. Obviously, the man in the suit was posh from the upper class. How

could the hick be comparable to the man in suit?

They were curious: was the hick going to show off in front of the man in the suit?

"Your best choice is to leave now. You don't know anything. How can you dine with the ladies?" the

man in the suit sneered.

"You ordered the medium rare steak. I guess you haven't had steak before. Don't you know that no one

will order a rare steak?" the man in the suit demanded. Greta felt anxious and embarrassed.

Maxwell was her husband. He was humiliated by the man. In other words, she was humiliated, too.

"Maxwell, don't argue with him. You don't know that. Change it to a medium well one," Greta said in a

charming voice.

Harriet looked at Maxwell meaningfully. There was striking light in her sexy and shining eyes. She was

excited, trying to find out what Maxwell would do.

"The hick is screwed. This is his first time to a western restaurant. He is making a stupid mistake."

"I've had steak many times, and this is my first time to see someone order the medium rare steak. He

probably doesn't know how to use the knife and fork, right?"

Many onlookers were discussing about Maxwell. They looked at him with a teasing smile.

The man in the suit turned around and looked at Greta and Harriet. He smiled and said, "Beautiful

ladies, may I invite you to dinner together?"

"Us?" Greta was astonished. The man in the suit flirted with them in front of so many people!

He was humiliating Maxwell!

"You think you are somebody simply because you have had western food for a few times?" Maxwell

said coldly to break the ice.

The man in the suit turned around. Maxwell was looking at him calmly, with the eyes were as deep as

an ocean. The man in the suit felt nervous! He had an illusion as if Maxwell wasn't a hick. Maxwell's

aura was different from before.

Maxwell said coolly, "Although the medium well steak doesn't smell bloody and remains the juice, it

tastes tough. The medium rare steak remains its original flavor and tastes tender. The famous

overseas chef Gordon Ramsey said that the medium rare steak tastes as smooth as silk. The flavor

was much better than the medium and medium well steak. Do you think your cooking skills are better

than Ramsey's?"

The man in the suit was caught speechless. He wanted to refute against Maxwell, but found no flaw in

Maxwell’s argument.

One of the onlookers said, "I recalled that Gordon did say in a food show that the medium rare steak

was the most delicious and it remained the most primitive flavor of the steak."

Many onlookers looked at Maxwell with strange expressions. They were shocked. Why did this hick

even knew the famous remarks of Gordon?

"Don't talk nonsense. I've never heard that before." The man in the suit was angry. Surprisingly, the

hick who may hold the knife and fork in wrong hands was quoting the Gordon’s speeches!

"Since you've never heard of that, you probably also don't know what kind of steak the Queen of

England likes, do you?" Maxwell asked with a teasing smile. The man became even angrier.

The Queen's hobby was well known. Even in China, as long as people often read the overseas news,

they would know that the Queen preferred the medium rare steak.

"Do you mean the Queen is also a hick?" Maxwell sneered. The man in the suit kept silent and became

angrier!

Maxwell's words were like a slap, which went to the man’s face hard under the gazes of so many

people!

"Although the medium rare steak smells bloody, it can be concealed by the raw egg next to the steak.

What do you think the raw egg is for?" Maxwell said indifferently. The man felt awkward.

Not far away, two westerners had ordered two shares of medium rare steak. They cut the bloody beef,

wrapped it in egg liquid, put it in the mouths, and enjoyed it slowly.

It was exactly what Maxwell had said. The onlookers were surprised.

This hick did know how to enjoy steak. They were enjoying the steak in the wrong way.

Greta was in a daze. She breathed heavily, looked at Maxwell and couldn't calm herself down for a long

time.

She stared at Maxwell's back and felt confused. She felt that she couldn't see through the man in front

of her....

Harriet smiled charmingly. She was getting more and more interested in Maxwell. She didn’t expect

that he would solve the problem in this way.

"I will teach you a lesson." The man in the suit was furious. He rushed out of the western restaurant

after saying that.

"Let's enjoy the steak; otherwise it would get cold." Maxwell put his hands in his pockets, and turned

around to walk up to Greta and Harriet with a smile.

"When did you know about the steak?" Greta asked curiously.

"I knew a little bit. I looked it up after cooking the steak last time. Otherwise, how could I fool him

around?" Maxwell explained.

Greta didn’t quite buy Maxwell’s explanation. She didn't know why this plausible man seemed to be

much more mysterious than before....

"Let’s enjoy the food. The steak will taste bad when it's cold," Harriet urged.

"I will go out to have a cigarette," Maxwell smiled.

"Get out!" Greta glared fiercely at Maxwell. She hoped he would stay away from her.

Maxwell walked to the corner of the western restaurant. He took out a cigarette and lit it, when a van

stopped abruptly. The rapidly spinning tires rubbed against the ground, creating the ear-piercing and

shrill sound.

The van stopped suddenly and the door was opened. Several men jumped off the van and rushed

towards Maxwell with machetes in their hands!

Their target was Maxwell!

At the entrance of the western restaurant, countless people were shocked. They fled in panic!

They were just ordinary people. They knew that Maxwell would be in trouble!

Maxwell blew smoke rings indifferently and glanced at these men calmly.

Suddenly, he threw away the cigarette butt. His eyes were sharp.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran towards an alley.

"Get him, dead or alive!" They brandished their machetes fiercely, looking hideous!

When they rushed into the alley, a black figure jumped down suddenly, catching the men off guard.

A strong man shouted and hacked the machete towards the neck of the black figure!

The man brandished the machete fiercely, waving it in the air! It was terrifying and dangerous!

The next moment, the machete was grabbed by two hands. The man was shocked. He couldn't believe

what happened!

Suddenly, the machete was shattered. Those men were kicked down and couldn't stand up. They even

didn't know what had happened or see clear the figure

"Run!" When they rushed out of the alley, they heard the police siren from afar!

The police was coming!

The police car blocked the entrance of the alley. A beautiful woman stepped out of the police car.

Holding a pistol of Type 92, she pointed at these men and shouted, "Police. Freeze!"

Those men with swollen and bruised faces trembled. They threw away their machetes slowly and

squatted down.

Maxwell walked out of the alley slowly. The beautiful woman turned him on. There was spark in his

eyes.

"You! Cover your head and squat down!" The beautiful police officer saw Maxwell and shouted.

Maxwell said innocently, "Madam, it has nothing to do with me. They attacked me. Then they ended up

like this...."

However, the beautiful police officer remained indifferent. She was cold towards him and pointed the This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

pistol at his forehead. "If you don't squat down, I'll shoot you!"

Maxwell looked up at the pistol on his forehead and thought of something. There was coldness in his

eyes.

The structure of the pistol was simple. He could dismantle it within a second. He wasn't afraid of it at

all.

Nonetheless, Maxwell put his hands on his head and squatted down in the corner with the others.

"Sir, I've caught all of them. We're about to return to the police station." After finishing the interphone,

she kicked Maxwell and said, "Get in the car."

...

In the interrogation room of the Ocean City Police Station, Maxwell was handcuffed to a chair. That pair

of handcuffs glowed with silver light and they were firm. Maxwell felt ridiculous.

"Name," A policeman asked expressionlessly.

"Maxwell Kirk."

"Gender."

"Sir, do you think I look like a woman?" Maxwell flattered with a smile.

"Cut the crap. I ask you about your gender!" The police officer slapped the table.

"Male."

Behind the mirror on the other side of the interrogation room, a beautiful woman was staring coldly at

Maxwell through the glass.

According to the report, the dark and short man injured several men who were much stronger than him.

The beautiful officer crossed her arms over chest and stared coldly at Maxwell. She tried to find some

clues from him.

However, no matter how she examined him, she couldn’t find any evidence that suggested Maxwell

was good at the martial arts.

"Sir, I know nothing about the case. While I was smoking, a bunch of people rushed over and hacked

me. I ran into the alley. Then a mysterious person appeared and beat them up," Maxwell said

innocently. It didn't seem like he was lying.

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open. The beautiful officer walked in. She said to the

police officer who was interrogating Maxwell, "Take a rest. Let me interrogate him. "

"Yes, Captain Claudia."

She walked back and forth in front of Maxwell. Maxwell looked at her.

Her face was extremely beautiful and exquisite. She wore a dark blue police uniform. The uniform fitted

her curves perfectly. However, she was cold towards him all the time.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Claudia Rosario. I'm the captain of the police station. Someone

reported that you took part in the affray. Do you have anything to say?" Claudia asked.

He smiled and muttered, "Interesting. Someone reported it. "

"What do you mean?" Claudia snorted coldly.

"Captain Claudia, I was wronged," Maxwell said slowly but was interrupted by Claudia, "You're

wronged?! You broke one person's four ribs. One has a severe concussion, and one has a

hemorrhage. How can you say that you're wronged?"

Claudia said coldly, "If you don't give a proper explanation, you will be detained for 15 days!"

Maxwell stared at Claudia meaningfully. She said she would detain him for 15 days.