The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 534 - Yama Hall_1

Chapter 534: Chapter 534 Yama Hall_1

Greg Jensen quickly asked about the specific appearance of the little Sword, but Theresa Locke had only seen it once; she could only describe its general shape, and the details were unclear.

“Can I take a look?”

“This… I have to ask my grandfather.”

Theresa Locke said somewhat embarrassedly, “By right, since you saved my grandfather, and we are friends, you should be free to use anything from the Locke family.

But, that little Sword is related to the life or death of our Locke family, so…”

“Hmm, it’s okay.”

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Greg Jensen nodded, showing understanding, and mused, “If that person just used poison, as long as we find him, we should be able to resolve this.”

Theresa Locke gave a wry smile, “It’s not that simple. The one who used the poison is just a scout; the truly terrifying force is behind him.”

Greg Jensen said in surprise, “They aren’t alone?”

With a grave expression, Theresa Locke asked, “Greg, have you ever heard of the Yama Hall?”

Greg Jensen shook his head.

Theresa Locke continued, “Yama Hall is an Assassin organization that has been around for nearly a thousand years, with hundreds of professional Assassins and countless clients.”

“Clients?”

“Yes, clients.”

Theresa Locke said earnestly, “They use various means to gather people from all walks of life to serve their purposes.

These people are scattered all over the world, each with their own professions and identities, living their daily lives. But once given a mission, they transform into Assassins.

Using poison, assassination, and so on, they employ their own expertise to kill their targets.”

Upon hearing this, Greg Jensen’s brows could not help but furrow.

If what Theresa Locke said was true, then Yama Hall was indeed terrifying.

What was frightening about them wasn’t the number of Assassins they had, but the clients spread across the world.

Imagine, you’re out shopping and dining with a friend, and suddenly he pulls out a dagger and stabs you in the heart.

The ability to strike from anywhere and the unpredictability of their identities were downright chilling.

“Do you mean, the person who used the poison was from Yama Hall?”

“Exactly.”

Theresa Locke nodded, “He claimed the little Sword belonged to Yama Hall, taken by a traitor, and demanded its return. Otherwise, they would annihilate the Locke family.”

Greg Jensen frowned, “What does your grandfather think?”

Theresa Locke said with a bitter smile, “My grandfather has been lingering in the Master Realm for many years. Naturally, he wants to unlock the secrets within the little Sword, hoping to advance further and become a contender of the Dao Realm.”

So he doesn’t want to give it up, huh?

Greg Jensen was somewhat speechless. Old man Locke was gambling with the lives of dozens in the Locke family, betting the other party wouldn’t slaughter them all and that he would definitely advance to the Dao Realm with that little Sword.

But things clearly weren’t going as well as he expected!

Seeing Greg Jensen furrowing his brows and staying silent, Theresa Locke thought he was angry. Hesitating, she said in a low voice,

“Greg, my grandfather might open the Locke family’s treasure vault tomorrow to let you choose a few treasures as a thank-you gift.

If you really want to see the little Sword, I’ll accompany you tomorrow and try to give you a chance to see it.”

Greg Jensen’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he smiled, “Then it’s a deal.”

“Haha, no problem.” Theresa Locke laughed happily.

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Meanwhile, Robin Hayes glanced coldly at Greg Jensen and turned to approach Samantha Adams, his face regaining a warm smile.

Norman Davis greeted cheerfully, “Hi, sister-in-law.”

Samantha Adams frowned slightly and said indifferently, “If you’re sick, go to the psychiatric hospital. Don’t bother us here.”

“Hehe, sooner or later.” Norman Davis chuckled.

“Don’t talk nonsense, Samantha might beat you up!”

Robin Hayes scolded playfully before turning back and saying, “Samantha, long time no see.”

Samantha Adams said indifferently, “Not too long, just a little over a month.”

Norman Davis laughed, “Robin Hayes has true feelings for you; indeed, not seeing you for a day feels like three seasons have passed.”

“Sorry, I have other things to do.”

Samantha Adams spoke impatiently, took Jason Preston by the hand, and walked inside.

Robin Hayes glared at Norman Davis, then hurriedly followed, “Samantha, wait a minute, I have something to ask you.”

“Speak.”

Samantha Adams stopped in her tracks.

Robin Hayes glanced at Greg Jensen in the corner and asked, “Do you know that Barry Wolfe?”

“I know him, what about it?”

“What exactly does that guy do?”

Samantha Adams looked at him seriously, seemingly guessing what was on his mind, and warned, “No matter what he does, you’d better not mess with him, or you will definitely regret it.”

After saying that, she pulled Jason Preston and walked away without looking back.

Robin Hayes watched her leaving figure, his brow deeply furrowed.

Norman Davis frowned, “Robin, could it be that Miss Adams has taken a liking to that Barry Wolfe?”

Robin Hayes glared at him, “Can you shut your mouth and not spout nonsense?”

“Heh, I’m just used to it,” Norman Davis said with a sheepish grin.

Robin Hayes instructed, “Go, have someone look into that Barry Wolfe, find out who he really is, and what he’s doing in Mystic City.”

“Alright, let me make a call and ask around.”

Norman Davis made a call and came back, only to find Robin Hayes still standing there, staring into a corner, lost in thought.

Following his gaze, Samantha Adams was standing there chatting with Barry Wolfe, occasionally letting out a bell-like laugh.

“Robin, do you want me to get someone to take care of him?”

Robin Hayes glared at him, “Don’t act recklessly. If we move against him now, it will only upset Samantha.”

Norman Davis frowned, “So we just watch that guy chat and laugh with Miss Adams?”

Robin Hayes shook his head, gazing at the distant Samantha and Greg Jensen, he spoke lightly, “No hurry, as long as he’s still in Mystic City, he can’t escape.”

In the corner,

Greg Jensen sat there quietly, listening to Theressa Locke chatter endlessly. If it weren’t for the fact that the banquet was too dull, he really would have wanted to drive this talkative girl away.

She talks too much!

Even Theresa Locke was beginning to look a bit troubled.

A while later, the banquet finally ended, and about a dozen servers quickly and efficiently cleared the miscellaneous items from the area, then brought in several dozen folding chairs.

Soon, what was a banquet scene turned into an auction event.

With Theresa Locke’s guidance, Greg Jensen got up to sit down; Jason Preston and Samantha Adams followed them over.

Just as he sat down, he suddenly became aware that someone was looking at him, and even felt a murderous intent.

He frowned slightly and turned his head subtly to look, meeting Robin Hayes’s gaze head-on.

Robin Hayes didn’t seem embarrassed, instead, he smiled at Greg Jensen and nodded, before casually turning away.

The auction began, and the first item up for bid was a painting by a renowned modern artist.

Greg Jensen preferred old items with stories behind them, so he wasn’t interested in this painting.

However, the painting wasn’t cheap, and it was eventually bought back by the donor for a final bid of eight hundred thousand.

Charity auctions are just so magical, aren’t they? Why not just donate the money directly?

Greg Jensen felt somewhat speechless but quickly perked up.

Because, the medicinal herb he wanted to bid on was finally coming up.

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