Novel & Cerita Triple Threat Henry Stickmin

Boom! With danger looming, the Third Guardian quickly turned around, kicking out with his Wind-Piercing Kick. He used incredible force as he quickly attacked Leon and Henry! Bang! There was a loud sound as the three of them clashed! The Third Guardian was facing two just by himself. He already knew that he would be no match for Henry and Leon! So, he immediately fell back, using the power from Henry and Leon's attack to leap back, rapidly retreating as he tried to pull away from Leon and Henry!

"Do you even have the financial ability to be supporting someone who doesn't have a job? You can't even guarantee your livelihood and that of your son's. You only want Adrian so you can threaten me, right?" Henry saw red. "Ask yourself whether I've ever treated you badly in all my years as your elder brother. I haven't! I just want to reunite with my biological younger brother, so why won't you let me? What grounds are you stopping me on?! You're sitting at the top of the Sterling Group. Why would you be scared of an ordinary person like me? Do you really think I wouldn't find some other way of threatening you even if I don't bring him back with me?!" He roared.

Henry landed on the floor, the back of his head hitting a small hardwood table. Henry hissed at the pain, then slowly helped himself back up. Yes, Brian was more muscular and it was obvious to everyone that he had more strength than his younger brother, Henry. But Henry didn't want to be weak anymore. He also wanted to show his elder brother that he could fight for what he wanted.

Henry wiped the blood from his face and stood up slowly, laughing as he watched Adams struggle to stay on his feet. "You shouldn’t have chased me," Henry muttered darkly. Adams tried to punch him one last time, but his movements were sluggish now. He fell to his knees, his strength completely leaving him. Henry didn’t waste time. He picked up a nearby stick and struck Adams hard across the back, making him collapse to the ground fully. Still not satisfied, Henry grabbed anything he could find; another stick, a piece of broken wood, and kept hitting Adams until he lay there, unconscious and helpless.

Love My Mommy The Most: I feel like this shouldn't have been brought out, but since Saxon wants to plot against my Dad, as his son, I can't just sit back and do nothing, right? Everyone: ... You're strong! Truman: Saxon, oh aha. He is finished. Love My Mommy The Most: We only need to make ten of these firearms. I want to test their power and blow up one of Saxon's bases that he's particularly fond of. That would be perfect. Monster: Understood. Robin: Cunning! Counter-Strike: Henry and Victor, you two are always scheming together. Monster: You're used to it. Henry, after this is over, comes to headquarters. It's time for you to start training.

However, Henry pretended to be dead, lying motionless as the garbage spilled onto the ground. "Hey, come take a look. Someone's hiding in the trash can. These rich folks are really afraid of dying! This trash can is so smelly and disgusting. I even saw someone throw dog poop in there! Hehehe..." Stan's smile grew wider and wider. "I must say I admire your ability to endure all sorts of humiliation for the sake of escaping. I'm sure it has worked out well for you in the past, but unfortunately, it's me who you're dealing with today. I wonder where the other two kids went. Ah, Henry, you probably don't want to know what happens to those who don't listen, do you?"

Hayley had witnessed that once. Her tiny base had a monster of a man named Thomas Kimmons, the only double-Gifted in the region with fire and metal-element abilities. Before the world fell apart, Thomas fought illegal matches in an underground boxing ring. He was covered in tattoos, had a temper like a lit fuse, and was quick to throw hands at absolutely anyone. What Hayley remembered most was how he loved slapping people senseless. The moment something ticked him off, he would just swing first and deal with the rest later.

“What the hell? How is it still bleeding? What did you do—work on a construction site moving bricks?” Henry, noticing the problem, turned to look at the cabinet standing against the wall as if he'd just seen a ghost. “You assembled this by hand?” He was met with a sharp glare that screamed shut up. Straightening up, Henry muttered under his breath, “This is a living hell.” After treating Calvin’s wound, the latter tossed him a screw and smirked. “Four bodies, five grains. Here’s your chance to exercise.” “I… shit, what a ‘big chance,’ huh?”

Henry tried to explain, but I cut him short. “Trying to do what?” I scoffed, crossing my arms. “To be the guy who pushes others around? That’s not what I want you to become.” “Mom,” I turned to her, trying to keep my voice steady, “you don’t understand how serious this is.” “Oh, but I do!” she replied, crossing her arms. “So these kids, do you know them?” She asked Henry, who was already halfway to the door. “Yes, Grandma! I know them,” he called back. “They are the triplets that got me in trouble the other day.”