The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine

Panda Novel

Finn Taylor walked into the kiosk and took in his surroundings.

This kiosk was decorated in the 80s style, and it was very obviously out of touch with current trends.

He sat down and asked, “Is there anything to eat?”

“Just a few homemade dishes. Do you want some? I’ll go and heat them up for you.”

Finn Taylor wasn’t too bothered by that. Although he wasn’t hungry, it would be strange for him to sit there and wait for someone without ordering anything. “Just heat them all up then.”

The boss returned to the kitchen, and before long, he returned with two to three appetizers.

As expected, they were all homemade.

This wasn’t an official restaurant; it was an ordinary food kiosk by the roadside.

But for some reason, Finn Taylor couldn’t help but feel that this kiosk’s boss wasn’t that simple.

Whenever this man walked, his ears would move instinctively.

This was a very minor detail that most people would overlook, but his master had taught him about this during his training in the mountains.

There were some people who were trained to listen and observe their surroundings at all times, no matter what they were doing. One way of picking them out was how their ears would move just slightly as they walked.

This happened because they were trying to listen to whatever was happening behind them.

But anyone who did this had been through life and death situations and were acutely aware that their lives were in danger at all times.

This was an instinct that arose from being in life and death situations.

‘Could this boss be someone like that?’ However, Finn Taylor couldn’t be sure whether his guess was accurate. “Boss, do you have any cigarettes?”

The boss tossed Finn Taylor a box of cigarettes, but the latter flung them back after taking a look at them. “A different brand.”

The boss caught them right in his hand. He paused for a moment but quickly regained his senses and tossed another packet of cigarettes to Finn Taylor.

Actually, Finn Taylor didn’t care about the brand of cigarettes he smoked. He had only done that to test the boss’s reflexes.

Finn Taylor had tossed that packet of cigarettes back at top speed. An ordinary person wouldn’t have been able to catch it, but the boss had caught it with ease.

The boss had obviously caught his own mistake too, and that was why he had paused.

However, Finn Taylor didn’t say anything and simply took a cigarette out of the packet.

‘That must’ve been a coincidence. I don’t think he caught anything, right?’ That was what the boss thought—or hoped.

But nothing went unnoticed by Finn Taylor.

Just then, a few young men in white vests strolled into the kiosk.

“Boss, we’re out of cigarettes. Give us some.” The leader of the gang treated the boss rudely, acting as though he was here to rob the place while asking for cigarettes.

“Young Master Smith, we’re just a small business. You’ve taken more than 20 cigarettes from me, but you haven’t paid me a single cent. I’m on the verge of shutting my business down.” The boss acted pitiful and tried to plead with that young man—Young Master Smith.

“Tch.” That young man couldn’t be bothered about what the boss was saying. He just reached out and grabbed himself a packet of the best cigarettes there.

“Young Master Smith, you’re a prominent figure, and I’m just an ordinary person. Whatever you have in your pocket is enough to feed my family for three years. Could you give me some money?”

Finn Taylor had witnessed everything. He couldn’t understand why that boss wasn’t fighting back. ‘Given how agile he had been earlier while catching that packet of cigarettes, these thugs shouldn’t be any trouble to him at all.’

“Hahaha, alright then. I’ll reward you with some of that.” With that, Young Master Smith picked out some dirt from his pocket and smeared it on the boss’s face. “How’s that? Is that enough? Hahaha.”

The boss sighed and wiped his face. He could only remark at his bad luck.

“You have nothing else, do you? We’re leaving.”

Just as they were about to leave, Finn Taylor shouted, “Stop there.”

Finn Taylor couldn’t take the matter lying down and eventually spoke up.

“Oh, are you standing up for him?” Young Master Smith turned back to face Finn Taylor, his gaze full of disdain.

“Young Master Smith, he was talking to me. Please leave.” For some reason, the boss bowed to Young Master Smith respectfully.

“At least you’re sensible.” Young Master Smith was pleased with the boss’s attitude, and he was prepared to leave once again.

Finn Taylor spoke up yet again. “I wasn’t talking to him; I was talking to you. What kind of Young Master are you? You’re just a rotten worm!”

Young Master Smith turned back, his eyes filled with murderous intent. “Great, did you say that I’m a rotten worm? I love when other people tell me that. My dad said that about me too, and that’s why he put me in such a deserted and lousy place. You’re right.”

Young Master Smith seemed to be praising Finn Taylor, but everyone could hear just how vicious he was through his tone.

“Do you know who I am? I’m Sebastian Smith, the Young Master of New York’s Smith family. My father locked me up here. Don’t you all think that I’m nothing but a rotten worm? What, even a random guy can bully me now? If you’re so capable, go with me to New York now. I’ll show you just how powerful I am!”

The moment Sebastian Smith said that, the dozens of people behind him moved forward to surround Finn Taylor.

It scared the boss so much that his face was drained of all color. He dropped down onto his knees, even kowtowing to Sebastian Smith. “Young Master Smith, I’m begging you. I’ve never treated you badly all these years. Young Master, I’ll apologize on his behalf. I’m sorry he didn’t recognize you; please spare him.”

With that, the boss turned to Finn Taylor. “Hurry up and apologize to Young Master Smith.”

Finn Taylor picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. “Why should I apologize?”

“Do you have a death wish? Don’t you see that it’s Young Master Smith of New York?”

Finn Taylor picked up yet another piece of meat. “I do know the Smith family of New York, but I’ve never heard of anyone named Sebastian Smith. He must be from an irrelevant branch of the family. How dare he try to show off here?”

Finn Taylor sneered. ‘Which useless and irrelevant Smith family is this? How dare they intimidate us by using the Smith family of New York?’

Finn Taylor was absolutely right—Sebastian Smith was putting on an act.

If he really were the descendant of such a prestigious family, he wouldn’t even be making trouble for a boss of a mere food kiosk.

It was humiliating that his lies were being exposed.

Sebastian Smith naturally wasn’t going to let Finn Taylor off. “All of you, break his legs.”

The moment he gave his order, the men behind him swarmed toward Finn Taylor.

Just then, there was a rumble outside. It seemed like a whole entourage of cars had arrived.