The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 593: Chapter 593: If I Had Known This Day Would Come, Why Bother In The First Place_1

George Duncan felt as if he had been granted a royal pardon and quickly called over the members of the Duncan Family who were present to inquire about the specifics of the situation.

A short while later, he finally understood what had happened.

As it turned out, it was Robin Hayes and others who had spoken ill of Barry Wolfe behind his back, and they had been overheard, which led to the incident where Norman Davis was beaten up.

Inside, George Duncan was somewhat irate, but his anger was not directed at Greg Jensen but at Norman Davis.

Not even a Grandmaster, yet you dare to gossip about someone who has stepped onto the Martial Way?

Seeking death doesn’t work that way!

Moreover, the Duncan Family was not yet prepared to confront Barry Wolfe head-on. If Norman Davis really were to die here, the Duncan Family would also be implicated.

After careful consideration, George Duncan spoke up, “Master Wolfe, the child didn’t know any better, so on his behalf, I offer you an apology. Can we consider today’s matter settled for the sake of our Duncan Family’s face?”

“Child?”

Greg Jensen chuckled coldly, “I am twenty-six years old this year, how old is he?”

“He…”

George Duncan’s face instantly turned ugly, “Master Wolfe, ‘to err is human; to forgive divine.’ Let him off this once, and everyone can live easier.”

Greg Jensen smiled, “What if I say no?”

Instantly, it went quiet around them.

George Duncan was in a difficult position, he knew that he could not beat Greg Jensen, but in the presence of so many people, he could not lose face for the Duncan Family.

Seeing this, Curtis Milton’s eyes darted around and he said, “Brother Duncan, don’t be afraid of him. I’ve already called Elder Sun; he’ll be here soon.

This kid killed Elder Sun’s brother; Elder Sun will definitely not let him off. You should quickly surround him with your men to prevent his escape.”

“Seeking death!”

With a casual wave of Greg Jensen’s hand, the Twilight Snow Knife instantly materialized in his grasp, and with a ‘clank,’ the bright blade flashed like lightning.

George Duncan’s forehead broke out in a sweat, and he quickly said, “Master Wolfe, Master Wolfe, please give me some face, give the Wolfe family some face.”

He truly didn’t want to submit, but there was no helping it; if he couldn’t win in a fight, no matter whether it was Curtis Milton or Norman Davis who died here, it would be a difficult situation to explain.

“Give you face? What are you to ask for that? Get lost!”

Greg Jensen snorted coldly, and his knife light, swift as a dragon, slashed directly towards those in front of him.

George Duncan, caught in the line of attack, didn’t even think before rolling on the ground to narrowly avoid the knife light, only to hear a ‘put’ sound as a warm liquid splashed onto him.

He turned around to look and was immediately stunned; Curtis Milton was clutching his neck, already dead beyond any doubt.

Silence, a deathly silence!

From drawing his knife to killing, it took only a few seconds. Some people didn’t even realize what had happened, and by the time they looked again, Curtis Milton was already dead.

Theresa Locke secretly clicked her tongue, Greg’s killing intent was getting stronger.

Samantha Adams reacted oddly; she instinctively felt disgusted seeing such a bloody scene.

But upon reflection, she also felt a sense of satisfaction.

Because Theresa had already explained the situation to her, and she also thought that a lowlife like Curtis Milton did not deserve to live in this world.

On the other side, Robin Hayes’s face had also turned pale, while Norman Davis next to him had already been scared witless, his legs so weak he couldn’t even stand.

With his face full of astonishment, George Duncan said, “Master Wolfe, this…”

Greg Jensen paid him no mind, feeling the strong vitality within his body, he lifted the Twilight Snow Knife, pleased to see that it bore no stain of blood, and nodded in satisfaction.

“Your turn now,” Greg Jensen looked up at Norman Davis.

Thump!

Without a thought, Norman Davis fell to his knees, quivering as he said, “Master Wolfe, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have bragged, please… please spare me.”

There was complete silence around them.

Everyone watched Norman Davis acknowledge his fear, but not a single person laughed at him.

Facing the pressure of an entry-level powerhouse, outsiders could hardly imagine it, but they could empathize with the fear that came with it.

A look of disdain flitted across Theresa Locke’s face, and she sneered, “If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?”

Clang!

The Twilight Snow Knife was sheathed, and Greg Jensen, with Carmen Stuart who was already dumbfounded, turned and walked towards the exit.

The crowd parted on its own, every gaze fell on Greg Jensen, yet no one dared to intercept him.

Looking at Curtis Milton’s corpse, George Duncan’s face was terrifyingly grim. Although the man wasn’t killed by him, he had died at a Martial Way conference hosted by the Duncan Family.

The Duncan Family could not shirk their responsibility!

If it were only an outer sect protector that had died, Healington might not have said anything, but Curtis Milton was different; he was an inner sect enforcer.

Healington would definitely come knocking!

“Old Wu, come here!”

George Duncan called over one of his subordinates and whispered, “Hurry, find out where Barry Wolfe is staying, and what the guard situation is like.”

“Alright, I’m on it.”

Watching his subordinate hurry off, George Duncan’s expression grew colder.

Barry Wolfe must die, and he must die before Healington reacts; in that case, the Duncan Family wouldn’t have much responsibility to bear.

He took a deep breath and turned to placate the guests at the venue.

What he didn’t notice was that, just as he had instructed his subordinate, Theresa Locke was standing less than two meters away from him, and had heard every word he had said, loud and clear.

…

After Greg Jensen got into the car, he took out a jade slip from his bag.

The jade slip was crystal clear, like a crisp, inviting green apple.

Six large characters were engraved on it: Essence of Five Elements Formation.

This jade slip was Greg Jensen’s gain from this Martial Way conference. He had already set his sights on this jade slip before George Duncan had arrived.

If it hadn’t been for hearing Curtis Milton slander him, he would have already left the Martial Way conference.

Greg Jensen was now eager to find out what exactly the jade slip contained.

From the title, it seemed to be the kind of Formation Books he most lacked, but he still needed to confirm it.

After returning to the villa, Greg Jensen took the jade slip to his room.

Just as he was about to press the jade slip to his forehead to check the contents, his phone suddenly received a text message.

The message was from Theresa Locke, essentially warning him that the Duncan Family seemed to be targeting him and urging him to be careful.

Greg Jensen chuckled, replied with a received emoji, then thinking better of it, sent her another message to reassure her a few words before picking up the jade slip again.

The instant the jade slip touched his forehead, a flood of information surged into his mind, and a slight pricking pain made Greg Jensen even more alert.

After some time, Greg Jensen suddenly opened his eyes and burst into laughter.

The reason was nothing other than that the jade slip contained records of restrictions and formations.

From the basic making of formation bases to the intricate setting of small-scale restrictions, it had everything, all-encompassing.

He immediately called Carmen Stuart, asking her and the driver to go out and buy some jade stones.

Over an hour later, Carmen Stuart returned, bringing back not only a heap of jade stones but also a set of Engraving Knives.

Greg Jensen picked up a Jade Stone, contemplated for a moment, then started to carve the formation base.

Another hour passed, and once the base was carved, Greg Jensen pricked his finger with the Engraving Knife, squeezed out a drop of blood, and let it fall onto the base, then split a strand of his Divine Sense to attach to it.