Chapter 9: Happy Gift

Henry's destination was a condominium area reserved for the Armstrong family. Though called a condominium, the Armstrongs lived concentrated in a forest, clearing trees, flattening the jungle to transform it into their own condominium.

 

Mentioning the Armstrong family refers to the famous real estate trading corporation in the country. However, this group was secretly transporting opium, importing banned substances, growing richer and richer. Henry, although aware, chose to turn a blind eye as Lotus Flower has a rule not to intervene in the affairs of the wealthy.

 

However, the Armstrongs made a grave mistake by offending Henry and the Lotus Flower. Henry's working principle is water does not interfere with well water. But if they have offended him, they will surely meet a tragic end.

 

The head of the Armstrong family is Stephen Armstrong, the CEO of the Vomart conglomerate. Upon hearing that Henry himself was coming, he merely sneered. If it comes to age, Henry is still a full ten years younger than him. And if it's about finance, the fame of his Armstrong family is strong both domestically and internationally. No matter how powerful Master is, Stephen Armstrong is not afraid!

 

Cackk!

Henry opened the car door, lightly adjusting his jet-black hair. Youssef followed him into the Armstrongs' living room, while the personal bodyguard stood guard outside the car.

 

Stephen did not bother to welcome Henry. He sat with his legs crossed on the chair, holding two beautiful women with voluptuous bodies, his corrupt hands occasionally making very shameful gestures.

 

"Oh! Today the dragon has personally visited the shrimp's house! Sorry, sorry, Young Master Washington, the Armstrong family was not ready to receive you. What a major oversight!"

 

Although he said so, from beginning to end, Stephen did not show any respect for Henry. He only focused on teasing the women, not even bothering to pour water.

 

Henry's attitude remained extremely calm. He leaned back in the chair, his gaze gently unusual, leisurely observing every action of Stephen.

 

About five minutes later, Henry finally spoke:

 

"I understand that yesterday, Mr. Armstrong here transported a large quantity of goods, entering the Crystal Clear City. Is that correct?"

 

Realizing the displeasure in Henry's tone, Stephen was slightly startled. However, he still tried to maintain the calmest, evasively responding:

 

"Yes! It's true that the Armstrong family transported a large quantity of goods. But why do you ask?"

 

"To know, can't?"

 

Henry rested his head on his hand, a corner of his mouth curled up in pleasure. The cold sharpness in his gaze always drilled deep into Stephen. It seemed as though these eyes could capture every curve, every detail, even the deepest thoughts within him.

 

Stephen let go of the two beautiful women and then sent them away. Only then did he make tea, respectfully offering a cup to Henry. Henry accepted the cup, bringing it to his face for inspection.

 

Tsk!

 

The tea was fragrant! A premium tea imported from Tibet, certainly not cheap.

 

Just then, Stephen's Berger dog, which he had been raising for five years, ran over, nudging its snout against his leg, drawing Henry's attention.

 

With a finger, Henry called the dog over. The dog turned its head, looking bewilderedly at Henry. While Stephen was still puzzled about what Henry was intending to do, he took the tea cup and directed it towards the dog's snout.

The Berger dog immediately stuck out its tongue, licking dry the fragrant yellow liquid inside. After letting it drink, Henry immediately let go, and the tea cup fell directly to the ground, shattering into many pieces.

 

Stephen's mouth hung open in shock, staring blankly at the ground where the pieces of the tea cup were scattered. Youssef, standing behind Henry, nearly burst into laughter at the absurdity.

 

Henry's action of letting the dog drink the high-quality tea was the greatest insult Stephen had ever received. Anger surged in him to the point where his eyes bulged with fury, his hands clenched into fists, with veins throbbing, ready to burst.

 

"Henry, what do you mean?"

 

He abruptly stood up, slamming his hand on the table. This time, he had to tear Henry into pieces to quell his rage. The Armstrongs would never submit to any force.

 

In contrast to Stephen's fury, Henry leaned back and laughed derisively. He accepted a napkin from Youssef and then meticulously cleaned between his fingers.

 

"Stephen, your dealings in forbidden substances, what does it have to do with Lotus Flower that you dare drag someone from Lotus Flower into suffering alongside?"

 

Pausing for a moment, he continued:

 

"The Armstrongs take Lotus Flower for a joke. Aren't you going to kneel and confess?"

 

With these words, Henry was truly enraged. He gritted his teeth, articulating every word clearly, his handsome face blazing with anger. To use a person from Lotus Flower as a shield to pass through the checkpoint, tarnishing the reputation he had built over the years.

 

How dreadful!

 

Stephen was truly terrified. He hadn't expected that merely lying to the quarantine force about the big boss behind this cargo being Henry would cause such a storm to brew, leading to Henry's thunderous rage.

 

"It's not what you think! We have our own difficulties!"

 

Stephen swallowed, his eyes darting around, trying to think of an excuse. However, before the relentless piercing gaze aimed at him, Stephen felt weakened, right there in his own house.

 

Henry calmed his extreme anger, his fingertips gently tracing the carved patterns on the wooden table, his voice deep and steady yet subtly adventurous:

 

"So, Stephen! How do you wish to make amends?"

Hearing Henry's question, Stephen was so frightened that his knees shook slightly. Yet, he tried to remain as calm as possible. Yes! This was the Armstrong's territory, he wasn't afraid! Absolutely not afraid!

 

"What do I want? I want you to get out of here now!"

 

Stephen gathered all his courage, stood up, slammed the table, and pointed his index finger straight at Henry's face. This rude gesture startled Youssef, who quickly drew his gun, cocked it, and aimed directly at Henry's temple as a warning.

 

Stephen's men also reacted swiftly, surrounding Henry and Youssef. Each of them exuded a menacing aura, glaring fiercely.

 

Henry smiled coldly and gestured to Youssef. Although Youssef was reluctant, he finally had to holster his gun and obediently stand behind Henry.

 

Stephen sneered and clapped mockingly:

 

"So? Lotus Flower's Young Master, in the end, you're just a dog under my control!!!"

 

"Fine! Let's say I've offended Mr. Armstrong."

 

Henry spoke softly, signaling to Youssef with his eyes. Understanding the cue, Youssef bowed his head and stepped back. The Armstrong household's minions also moved a bit away, waiting for Stephen's final command.

 

"Want to leave?"

 

Stephen raised an eyebrow in question. He didn't expect Henry to ultimately be in a weaker position, forced to leave with his tail between his legs.

 

In response to Stephen's contemptuous attitude, Henry just gave a faint smile. He stood up, put on his coat again, and leaned close to whisper into Stephen's ear with a much softer voice:

 

"Mr. Armstrong, I hope you'll enjoy this gift from me!"

 

What gift? Nonsense!

 

Stephen was furious, his eyes bulging as he stared in the direction Henry left.

 

He didn't bother with Henry's words and continued to tease and sing with the beauties he had called over.

 

Youssef followed Henry, anxiously asking:

 

"Young Master, what is the secret gift you're giving to the Armstrongs?"