The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 521: The Parting Without Goodbyes_1
Chapter 521 -521: The Parting Without Goodbyes_1
“This…”
Greg Jensen was startled and hurriedly took out the Little Reviving Pill he had refined over the past two days and placed it into Old Master Stuart’s mouth.
However, that previous palm strike had shattered his head and even his internal organs were ruptured; not to mention the Little Reviving Pill, even if a great immortal were to come, it would be of no help.
Greg Jensen could only watch helplessly as Old Master Stuart took his last breath.
“Dad…”
The mournful cries rang out as Miss Nine Stuart hugged her father’s corpse, crying as if she had become a person made of tears.
...
Greg Jensen’s emotions were complicated. Just as he was about to extend his hand, he was abruptly pushed away by Old Three Stuart.
“Get lost, don’t touch my sister!”
“How dare you disrespect my boss?”
Xavier Cooper was furious and took two steps forward, ready to teach him a lesson.
“Forget it.”
Greg Jensen stopped him with a hand and gently shook his head, then turned and walked outside.
…
The sunlight outside was somewhat blinding. Greg Jensen looked up and felt an inexplicable irritation.
Thomas Lampe and the other two stood silently behind him, instinctively holding their breaths.
Duncan Kong, watching Greg Jensen’s retreating figure, remembered the terrible fate of Connor Murphy and others, and couldn’t help but be secretly shocked.
Only now did he finally realize.
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His boss had actually done it, and it was one against five!
He didn’t know the specifics, but even if the five Grandmasters had not attacked all at once, and instead fought one by one in rotation, a normal person couldn’t possibly win, right?
Too strong!
Thomas Lampe was equally shocked and found himself unable to speak, but thinking that Greg Jensen was already a Great Grandmaster, he felt reassured.
Xavier Cooper, on the other hand, was calm and composed because, in his eyes, the boss was someone capable of anything. Killing a few Grandmasters? That’s fairly normal, right?
He lifted his head, looking at that mountain-like figure, and his mind was filled with infinite reveries.
He also silently vowed to himself to be a man just like his boss, unrivaled and decisive!
It was unknown how much time had passed when footsteps came from the house.
A few of the Stuart family servants carried several stretchers, hastily found from somewhere, out of the house.
The stretchers were covered with white cloths, and it seemed they held the bodies of Old Master Stuart and Uncle Seven Stuart, among others.
Duncan Kong and the other two automatically stepped aside to clear the path, and the servants, not daring to lift their heads, hurriedly loaded the stretchers onto the recently arrived truck.
Moments later, Miss Nine Stuart, who was already crying so hard that her body was weakening, was assisted out by Old Three Stuart.
Upon seeing this, Greg Jensen quickly approached, opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.
To say it wasn’t intentional?
With the people already dead, what was the point of saying that?
He watched as Miss Nine Stuart walked past him but felt a powerlessness like never before.
The sorrowful visage etched itself into his vision, sending a sharp pain through his heart.
Greg Jensen called out hoarsely, “Nine…”
Miss Nine Stuart paused for a moment, then quickly left with the support of Old Three Stuart.
At that time, Julian Stuart came out from inside, his face grim, and said, “We were in a rush and didn’t have time to pack everything. I ask for Grandmaster Wolfe’s indulgence for a few days to let us collect our personal belongings and private property.”
“Hmm.”
Greg Jensen wasn’t in the mood to deal with those matters and absently nodded his head, then chased after Miss Nine Stuart.
However, by the time he caught up, Miss Nine Stuart had already boarded the car and left.
Watching the car drive further away, Greg Jensen felt as if there was an inexplicable void in his heart, as though he had lost something important.
Greg Jensen stood in place like a fool for a long while.
“Boss, we should leave too. It’s already dark,” Thomas Lampe said.
Duncan Kong’s voice slowly brought Greg Jensen back to his senses.
He looked up and indeed, it was getting dark. After a moment of silence, he said, “Notify Simon Cooper to summon Fraser Simmons and prepare to take over the Stuart Family.”
“Okay.”
Duncan Kong nodded and hesitated before saying, “So now…”
“It’s late, go back.”
Greg Jensen took another glance in the direction where Miss Zhou had departed and sighed softly.
…
The Stuart Family was still a distance away from the provincial city, and it wasn’t until the sky had completely darkened that Greg Jensen’s car finally entered the provincial city’s territory.
Simmons family villa.
Simon Cooper and Trent Preston stood by the window, looking anxiously into the distance with an air of longing anticipation.
Trent Preston asked in a somewhat irritated whisper, “Old Simon, could it be that the boss won’t be able to return?”
Simon Cooper had been asked the same question last time, and his answer was that Barry Wolfe would certainly come back.
But this time, even Simon Cooper dared not say anything, as he really had no confidence.
That was the Stuart Family they were dealing with, not just any ordinary Martial Way family. Although the boss was very strong, could he still return alive?
A big question mark also arose in Simon Cooper’s mind.
The little family heads who had come to pay their respects upon Greg Jensen’s orders watched as darkness fell, and with Greg Jensen still not appearing, they began to beat their chests and stomp their feet in regret.
“Had I known this would happen, I wouldn’t have come at all.”
“Exactly! Now what? We’ve gained nothing, and we’ll just be waiting for the Stuart Family to deal with us.”
In the crowd, only Old Song remained calm, looking as if he hadn’t slept well the previous night, leaning back in his chair, dozing off.
After some indefinite time, hurried footsteps suddenly came from upstairs, and Simon Cooper and Trent Preston ran down from the second floor.
The little family heads sitting in the living room instinctively stood up when they saw this.
Someone asked, “Mr. Cooper, what happened?”
Simon Cooper did not hide anything. He glanced at everyone’s expressions and said, “A car has come back. I’m going out to check.”
“A car has come back?”
“I’ll go too.”
Instantly, all of the little family heads followed him out the door.
Everyone stood at the villa’s grand entrance, soaked in the late autumn breeze, staring motionless at the approaching car headlights.
A moment later, the car stopped at the entrance.
Everyone fell silent, instinctively holding their breath, their faces tense as they watched the car door.
Duncan Kong was the first to exit the car, then he promptly ran to the back and opened the rear passenger door.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, a somewhat lean figure stepped out of the car.
“Mr. Wolfe, it’s Mr. Wolfe who’s returned!”
Seeing Greg Jensen, everyone was overwhelmed with excitement, immediately surrounding him, greeting him clamorously.
Barry Wolfe’s return signified that they had won their bet, and in the days to come, they would receive unimaginable benefits.
And those who had not come tonight, or who had come and then left, were doomed to only struggle on in the corners.
“I’m tired; let’s talk about anything else tomorrow,”
said Greg Jensen indifferently, then instructed, “Simon Cooper, take note of who came today.”
“Yes, boss.”
Greg Jensen gave everyone another look but didn’t explain further. He left them and went straight to his own room.
The outside was left to Simon Cooper and Duncan Kong.
Eliminating the Stuart Family’s living forces hardly took any effort, yet the death of old Mr. Stuart unnerved him for some reason.
He just wanted some time alone for a moment.
The family heads, seeing Greg Jensen return, finally felt relieved, but for some, sleep would not come easily.
