Dragon Master novel Maximilian novel Chapter 445

The stout man waved his hands to tell Terry and Maximilian to enter the mansion. Since Terry’s puke drew his attention, the stout man didn’t take a close look at Maximilian.

Since Lambert had arrived, the stout man feared nothing. He believed that Terry wouldn’t be a threat, so he didn’t even make a body-search.

Feeling nervous, Terry walked into the yard while gritting his teeth. It was dangerous to do anything provoking. He had to pick a side, which had long been Maximilian.

Luke was sitting on a chair, looking at Lambert with a glass of wine in his hand. Lambert was wearing a double-breasted jacket. His face was fair and he seemed to be a well-educated man instead of a fierce fighter. One might even believe he was a scholar.

Standing behind him was a dozen of muscular men wearing double-breasted sparring jackets. They seemed quite vicious.

Uncle Powell chattered with them after he lied down on the chair, enduring the pain on his leg.

“Luke, Lambert has always been trustworthy. There’s no doubt that he will accomplish his task once he gets paid. Please rest assured. With him and his followers, we will be invincible in City H.”

Lambert put on a mild smile and waved his hands, “Brother, I am flattered. It’s essential to be decent, and we martial artists never accept ill-gotten gains. We took the money to eliminate threats for you.”

“And I’m afraid the last sentence you said is not true. There will always be someone better. It’s commonly known, so I always keep it low-key, which is the reason why I’m still alive.”

Lambert implicitly bragged about him. But Luke found he learned a lot from his speech.

Luke had been bossy to others these years, yet he found Lambert’s way was much better than his. He finally believed that Lambert was no ordinary man.

“I couldn’t agree more. The key is to keep a low profile. You teach me a lot today. It seems that I should be less aggressive from now on.” Luke said smilingly.

The stout man led Terry and Maximilian to Luke. Then he whispered in his master’s ears, “Terry is here.”

Luke cast a glimpse at Terry and Maximilian, who kept his head low. Then there was a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. Now all he was thinking was how to keep a low profile.

Frowning, Uncle Powell adjusted his posture, but he still felt uncomfortable. He thought he’d better lie on his stomach, but then he thought it was inappropriate.

His pain made him ignore Terry and Maximilian. Since Lambert was nearby, he didn’t even need to care about Luke’s safety. He believed that Lambert could eliminate any danger with ease.

Lambert threw a glance at the two and found their footing quite unstable, then he deemed Terry and Maximilian weak, and looked away.

“Luke, I’m Terry. I came here to talk about the cooperation.” Terry braced himself to speak while cupping his hands.

“Cooperation? Of course. First, tell me how you want to cooperate.” Luke said casually while thinking about how to keep a low profile in a better way.

He was deeply humiliated at the banquet, so he was determined to rebuild his reputation; otherwise, he might not even have the courage to go out.