After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 101 - 082: Are You Sure You Want Me To Knead (4 more)

Chapter 101: Chapter 082: Are You Sure You Want Me To Knead (4 more)

The Taylor Family had their own regular guard team.

That is, a group without ancient martial arts training.

Their abilities were on par with internationally wanted mercenaries.

However, they were not worth mentioning in front of Len Hawthorne’s team.

They could handle a few moves but eventually, they would be captured with their hands tied.

Nathan Taylor arranged for these people to be here just to prevent any sudden incidents.

Unexpectedly, Len Hawthorne easily got rid of his people.

This made Nathan Taylor more than just angry.

He immediately assumed a fighting stance on the spot.

Len Hawthorne’s team members quickly surrounded them, creating a tense atmosphere, with everyone on edge and ready for a fight.

Emily Lynch frowned, wondering why Nathan Taylor always did unnecessary things.

Now, the negotiation was ruined.

Nathan Taylor’s face darkened as he stared at Len Hawthorne, "Where did you take my people?"

He dared to take the Taylor Family’s people without fear of being poisoned to death.

Never before had anyone been able to detain his family members time and time again; Len Hawthorne was the first.

Fine.

He would give the Hawthorne Family a taste of their own medicine.

Seeing Nathan Taylor’s reaction, Emily Lynch couldn’t help but change her expression.

"Nathan, what are you planning to do?"

As a member of the Taylor Family, it was impossible for a disciple of the Eight Absolutes Medical Sect not to know medical skills.

Once someone had mastered medical skills, they naturally had the ability to use poison.

"Bang!"

Nathan Taylor directly smashed the glass bottle in his hand.

As the glass bottle shattered, the poison inside turned into a mist and dispersed.

Everyone instinctively retreated and covered their noses.

Len Hawthorne and his team calmly put on gas masks.

Emily Lynch: "..."

Where did those masks come from?

Peter Stephens cursed, "Nathan, are you trying to kill us too with this poison?!"

"If you really die, it’s because of your incompetence."

Peter Stephens cursed again.

"What are you waiting for? Take them down!"

Nathan Taylor broke through the encirclement with a few moves, and seeing the gas masks worn by the opponent’s team, his face darkened even further.

This young man with the surname Hawthorne was very cunning, and it seemed that he had calculated everything. The poison used against them couldn’t bring them down.

Damn it.

*

Fred Foster arrived at the villa.

Yvette Foster personally led him around the villa.

"Dad, if you like it, you can move in and live with us."

Fred Foster shook his head: "If I come, I’ll disturb both mother and daughter."

If he were to move in, his eldest son and his family would definitely create trouble.

It would disturb the peace of his daughter and his wife.

"I’ve already arranged everything for Mom, and your elder brother won’t cause trouble anymore. If you move in, you can live in peace."

Fred Foster still shook his head: "I have a place to live."

"You still want to go back to the village?"

"The debt collectors have come several times, Xavier brought me back, and my spirit is not good. Your elder brother knelt in front of me and said he wanted to sell the house... sigh."

All the words turned into a long sigh.

Yvette Foster understood that Fred Foster had come to ask for her opinion.

That building was, after all, bought with the money she had saved from the Stephens Family, and they needed to ask her before selling it.

Yvette Foster didn’t expect her elder brother and sister-in-law to mess up their home to this extent.

Shaking her head, she knew her father was in a difficult position, but also felt that agreeing would be showing too much mercy.

"Dad, do you really plan to let my elder brother sell the house?"

"I’ve already decided to move back to the village, your second brother has moved out too, and now only your elder brother and sister-in-law live in that building."

"So you agreed."

"If I didn’t agree, your elder brother would have hung himself in front of me," How could he bear to see white hair send off black hair?

He had no choice but to seek his daughter’s opinion due to the debt collectors putting on pressure.

"Since you’ve made a decision, I respect your choice, but... from now on, things will be this way."

Fred Foster’s expression trembled slightly, revealing a hint of bitterness.

*

"Chloe, do you want to go out together tonight?"

As soon as the afternoon classes ended, Mason Sullivan rushed over to invite Chloe Stephens.

Chloe said, "I’m busy."

"Everyone is very stressed about the exams lately. The vice class leader has reserved a room at the KTV tonight."

"You guys go."

Mason Sullivan thought of something, saying: "Oliver Gordon is not with them."

Chloe Stephens shook her head, "Have fun."

Mason Sullivan was a little disappointed, "Chloe, everyone is actually quite nice, but... you need to be with everyone. Being alone is quite lonely."

Seeing the girl looking at him, Mason Sullivan smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

Chloe Stephens looked at him silently for a moment and then turned and left.

Oliver Gordon stood under a tree, watching as his good friend and Chloe Stephens got closer and closer, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter as he did so.

*

Chloe Stephens didn’t go to the evening self-study session, and vice class head Franklin Walter took a leave of absence for her, just in time today is Friday.

Standing outside the guest house with her schoolbag slung on her shoulder, she didn’t get close before a car came up behind her.

When she saw the person dragged out of the car, Chloe Stephens’s pace faltered slightly.

Len Hawthorne got out of the car in front.

His slender silhouette stood beneath the car lights, looking at her.

There were traces of a fight on him.

His trip didn’t go very smoothly.

"Little Chloe, what are you coming to find your big brother for? I have important business today. If you have anything to say, we can talk tomorrow morning."

"Are you injured?"

"Just some broken skin."

The girl’s hand reached out and covered Len Hawthorne’s hand.

His arm appeared to have been corroded by something.

"Venom."

"How does Little Chloe know?"

"I’m not blind."

"..."

"What happened?"

Len Hawthorne gestured to the people behind him: "First, take those people inside."

Everyone got off the car one after another, and took those people away. Nathan Taylor and his people had already left. Of course, they had run away injured.

Chloe followed them into the guest house.

Seeing this, no one else said a word.

Ethan Coates seemed to be smiling in a rather provoking way.

*

"Hiss!"

Chloe tore his camouflage with one hand.

Looking at the girl who was not gentle at all, Len Hawthorne fell silent for a moment.

Outside the house.

Ethan Coates stood by the window with his arms folded, peeping inside without any attempt at discreetness.

He wanted to see how these two were getting along.

Chloe took a bottle of medicine powder out of her schoolbag and applied it to his injury.

Len Hawthorne was injured while blocking someone else’s attack, and that’s how he got hit.

Otherwise, how could anyone even think of hurting him?

Nathan Taylor didn’t miss any of the people hidden in the dark.

"Young Master Hawthorne, this injury is well deserved."

Len Hawthorne glanced at him: "If you want to go blind, keep staring."

Ethan Coates: "..."

Chloe also gave him a glance.

Ethan Coates raised both hands: "Alright, I’ll go interrogate those people."

The other team members knew better and didn’t dare to glance this way as they walked past.

Chloe took out a white cloth and wrapped it around the injury in just a few moments.

"Don’t get it wet."

"How will big brother clean his dirty body if he doesn’t get it wet?"

"Find someone to help."

Len Hawthorne leaned back in his chair, a devilish smile on his lips: "Little Chloe’s height happens to be perfect for helping big brother scrub his back."

Chloe stood up and looked down at the man sitting there.

His expression was as if he was looking at a beast.

"Are you sure you want me to scrub?"

"..."

He decided to stay dirty.

"This is medicine. Take it for three days."

"Health supplement?"

Chloe gave him a sidelong glance, "You can treat it as a tonic. If an adult man wants to surf, find an adult woman. The senses are more easily satisfied."

"..."

Len Hawthorne’s mouth twitched slightly.

Exactly who taught her these obscure vulgar phrases?