My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1103

Morvyn glanced at the commissioner behind him and said, "You didn't greet the current Bishop but to greet me? What a commissioner you are?"

"The current Bishop?"

The commissioner first took a look at Henry and then Flynn.

Flynn snorted and took out a badge.

The moment the commissioner saw the badge, cold sweat started dripping down from his forehead, "Greetings, Your Reverence."

Flynn sneered, "You don't even care about the rules of Recluse Association. How can I expect you to respect the Bishop?"

The commissioner tried very hard to come up with an answer, but he couldn't. He had expected that he was going to fight a leader of a small underground organization that day, and it shouldn't be harder than fighting a warden. But as a newly appointed commissioner, he knew nothing about what had happened in the past.

What Henry had done had been sealed off from the public by Recluse Association, and no one knew about it.

Flynn looked at him coldly and asked, "Who allowed you to be involved with the secular world?"

The commissioner lowered his head and answered honestly, "The Middleton Family came to me and promised me benefits."

Henry was taken aback a little by the answer. He thought for a few seconds and burst into laugher, "I see. The Middleton Family is much dumber than I thought. Someone is using you, and you people are acting so arrogantly. I'm honestly curious about why such a family can be passed down for so many years."

Morvyn said, "Henry, for the sake of me, please let it be. Okay?"

"The Middleton Family is merely cannon fodder. If you want to eliminate them, you can do that anytime you want. But there will be troubles after that. Don't forget that you are still a member of Recluse Association, and you still need to follow the rules of the organization. Come, let's go outside and have a talk."

Morvyn wrapped his arm around Henry's shoulder and walked toward the outside of the castle.

Looking at what was happening in front of him, Branwyll's face was chill and burning at the same time. He could feel smothering in the chest.

He had planned to see the fall of the King of the Hell and the rising of the Middleton Family. But the family's supporters had knelt in front of the person Branwyll wanted to kill. All the threatening statements that Branwyll just made were as powerless as farts.

Outside, after making sure they were alone, Morvyn said to Henry.

"Henry, you're about the same age as Robbin, but in another sense, you are also his senior. You don't want to give him a hard time when he just became a bishop, do you?"

"Robbin is my son, and I know him well. He will stand on your side because you saved his life. But if you kill a commissioner of Reclusive Association of Europe in front of him, he will very likely lose the position."

Henry took a look at Flynn and said, "It seems that you didn't pay any attention to my words. Flynn has internal struggles which can cause him to do things too extreme. Some trouble can be good for him."

Morvyn shook his head and said, "What you could have done today is not as simple as some trouble. You should have seen this matter clearly. The Middleton Family shouldn't be taking full responsibility. Your friend is responsible too. Technology that could prolong human life expectancy? It doesn't sound like biotech advancement but more like a conspiracy theory."

"I don't need you to remind me of that."

Henry looked at the sky and said, "I'll take care of what I need to do."

"Haha, that's good."

Morvyn nodded and said, "Everyone has his own selfish motives. But people like us should be more just than others. I also have my responsibilities in this. I didn't discipline those people well. Let's go and have a drink. It's on me, as an apology."

Morvyn wrapped his arm around Henry's shoulder again like brothers.

Henry knew Morvyn was trying to stop him from attacking again.