My Waste Husband novel Chapter 798

Joe and Pan stood together. When Henry looked at him, Joe only felt that the temperature around them had dropped. He felt as if he was in an ice cave and his whole body was shivering.

Joe had heard of the Emperor of Hell more than once, but this was the first time he had seen him. He had always felt weird because he had heard that the Emperor of Hell was just a young man in his twenties. How could such a young man make so many people respect him at such a young age?"

Today, Joe finally realized that the pressure brought by this person in front of him was even greater than the pressure brought by the old patriarch. Even if he was an enemy whom he should fight to the death with, he could not afford to resist at all.

Pan screamed as if his heart was being torn apart. Blood was oozing from his wrist. "Kill! Joe, kill him for me, quick!"

Pan's face was distorted and tears were streaming down from his eyes.

Ignoring Pan's screams, Joe's forehead was full of cold sweat. He looked at Henry and said, "Mr. Zhang, I know our Zhu clan..."

Before Joe could finish his words, he saw Henry looking away from him.

At the moment when Henry looked away, Joe breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, he felt that it was a little difficult for him to breathe.

Henry looked up and said with a smile, "It should be a happy occasion to see a friend coming from afar. Why do you hide?"

"What a joke!" A cold snort sounded in the sky. A man in a red cloak came by flying in the air. "Henry Zhang, you violated the rules and started a war in public when the sun was still up in the sky!"

The man in the red cloak slowly fell from the sky and stood ten metres away from Henry.

In the Zhu's Manor, the two sides were still fighting.

Henry shrugged his shoulders. "It's a little strange. Is it possible that the Recluse Association will play according to the rules set by Chinese officials? Is it possible that you, Punishment Messenger, are working part-time for Chinese officials?"

"Henry Zhang, I'm not here to play this kind of word game with you. I want you to stop fighting immediately!" The man in red said, "With my identity as Punishment Messenger,

I, Putnam, demand to end this fight!"

"Ah!" Henry looked surprised. "Putnam Chou, it turns you are Punishment Messenger for the whole China. Sorry I didn't recognize you."

Putnam was impatient. "Henry, you don't need to so hypocritical. We have all received the news of the commissioner. Although you are a prison guard, you know very well how you got this position. It's just an opportunity. It is not the right move for you to be arrogant in front of me. I'll say it again. Stop fighting and let the people of the Zhu clan go."

"What do you want me to say?" Henry tilted his head and looked at Putnam with a puzzled face. "According to the rules, the Zhu clan bullied my family, and I will kill them. So what?"

"Rules?" Putnam sneered. "In terms of rules, Sylvia Lin was willing to marry into the Zhu clan. If you want to retaliate, it has nothing to do with the Zhu clan."

When Henry heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he said in a self-talking tone, "Yes, what does this have to do with the Zhu clan?"

"This is the last warning. Let go of the people of the Zhu clan!" Putnam shouted.

All right." Henry spread out his hands. Upon hearing these words, Joe's face lit up with joy. He pulled Pan, whose hand had been cut off, and strode towards Putnam.

"Kill him, Joe, kill him for me!" Pan was still shouting, but the blood on his wrist had stopped. After all, he was Joshua's son. Although he was a playboy, he still had some strength and he had reached the Qi-controlling realm.

After the massacre, the three big families of the capital and those underground forces were somewhat astounded to see the scene here. "When did the Emperor of Hell become so kind? Is he still restrained by Recluse Association?"

"Patriarch, let’s go first!" Joe gave Pan a hand and walked towards Putnam.

Standing ten metres away from Henry, Putnam looked at Henry with a proud face. The corners of his mouth were filled with the victorious smile, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.