The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 514: Chapter 514 Aligning With a Side_1

Bang!

The sniper, also a special forces soldier from the military with physical qualities far beyond ordinary people, was nothing in front of Greg Jensen.

Before he could react, he was punched and sent flying by Greg Jensen.

Greg’s feet didn’t stop moving, he rushed towards the location where the sniper had fallen, intending to capture him alive and find out who was behind the attack.

But just as he leaped up, several gun barrels suddenly extended from the bushes on both sides.

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In an instant, multiple gun barrels spewed flames at the same time.

Countless bullets poured down like rain, sealing off all of Greg’s escape routes.

Greg had anticipated this, he activated Divine Dragon Transformation, and a vast surge of qi burst out, immediately enveloping his body in a red glow.

Facing hundreds of bullets, his body merely paused for a moment before he continued to charge forward.

The bullets that shot towards him, upon meeting the red glow, fell to the ground without inflicting any harm.

Seeing this scene, the gunmen who had been prepared at the side were already scared stiff.

“Damn it, he’s a master both internally and externally!”

“Retreat…”

A few of the gunmen didn’t care about the sniper’s well-being and stood up at the same time, ready to flee.

However, as they had just stood up, a shadowy figure, like a ghost, emerged from the dark forest.

Then, with a flash of cold light, a gunman fell to the ground clutching his neck.

“Be careful, there’s…”

Before another could finish his sentence, he too had his throat slit.

In a flash, screams echoed through the dense forest; the hunters had now become the prey.

Soon, the screams faded into silence.

Duncan Kong dragged several bodies out of the woods.

Following behind him with a grin, Xavier Cooper said, “Old Kong, you lost.”

Duncan Kong sneered, “Call me uncle, or I’ll have your dad spank your butt when we get back!”

Xavier’s expression changed slightly, and he snorted coldly, choosing to remain silent.

Under Duncan’s mediation, the relationship between father and son had slightly improved, but it still wasn’t like a normal father-son relationship.

“Enough, let’s get moving. The boss has finished up.” @@novelbin@@

When they returned to the villa, they saw a man kneeling on the ground with camouflage on his face and wearing a training uniform.

Greg Jensen sat on the sofa, watching him coldly.

“Boss, a total of five gunmen, five supporting shooters, all have been dealt with.”

“Hmm.”

Greg nodded, looked at the kneeling sniper and asked, “Did the Stuart Family send you?”

“Yes, it was arranged by Mr. Seven Stuart.”

The sniper’s voice trembled as he spilled everything he knew.

Greg’s brow furrowed slightly and asked, “Where’s Miss Nine Stuart? Does she know about the Stuart Family wanting me dead?”

“I don’t know about that.”

The sniper hesitated and then said, “She probably knows, after all, Miss Stuart’s words carry much more weight than Mr. Seven Stuart’s.”

Upon hearing this, Greg’s expression turned ugly.

Fraser Simmons knew about Greg’s relationship with Miss Nine Stuart, seeing his look, he couldn’t help but worry.

He spoke up to comfort him, “Boss, don’t listen to this kid’s nonsense; he’s just a gunman, he doesn’t know shit.

Perhaps Miss Stuart has had a falling-out with her family and already lost her say in matters?”

“Hmm.”

Greg made a noise of agreement, his expression dark. He actually hoped that Miss Nine Stuart had been stripped of power; that way, at least his three days of waiting weren’t in vain.

If the Stuart Family hadn’t usurped Sister Nine’s power, then what was he waiting for these past three days?

A joke?

Greg Jensen was silent for a long while, then suddenly raised his head and said calmly, “Prepare yourselves, it’s time to settle things with the Stuart Family once and for all.”

“This…”

Upon hearing his words, everyone’s face changed color in unison.

Trent Preston quietly nudged Simon Cooper and gave him a meaningful look.

Coming back to his senses from the shock, Simon Cooper hesitated for a moment before advising, “Boss, I still have to remind you. Even if Drake Stuart can’t make it back right now, the Stuart Family still has three Grandmasters.

And within the Stuart Family’s legacy, there seems to be many peculiar and mysterious skills that we must guard against.”

Trent Preston hurriedly added, “Yeah, why don’t we play the long game on this one?”

Greg Jensen didn’t respond but turned his head to look at Duncan Kong.

“The Stuart Family has a total of two patrons, one being the long-established Taiji Grandmaster Bryson Corl. Aside from his Taiji Boxing, he also has a pair of Taiji balls that he uses as hidden weapons, and countless experts have fallen at his hands.

The other, Anthony Davis, specializes in Praying Mantis Fist, with moves that are treacherous and tricky, making them hard to defend against.”

Duncan Kong was silent for a moment before reminding, “These two are Great Grandmaster-level experts. Neither Old Thomas nor I am a match for them, and it would be good enough if the two of us together could hold off one of them.

Besides, the old Family Head of the Stuart Family has mastered internal martial arts and has reached the Great Grandmaster Realm. Although he’s aged and his strength has declined severely, he’s still not someone an ordinary Grandmaster can handle.”

The living room immediately fell silent; no one spoke, but their agreement with Simon Cooper’s opinion was clear.

They thought that for Greg Jensen to face the Stuart Family head-on was like throwing an egg against a rock.

“Are you questioning me?”

Greg Jensen looked at the group expressionlessly as his aura suddenly erupted, and the air instantly froze.

Simon Cooper and the others felt a heaviness on their bodies as if they were facing a towering mountain, and that natural sense of insignificance made them subconsciously lower their heads.

Sweat poured like syrup!

Yet they felt cold all over and couldn’t sense the slightest warmth.

It was only then that everyone vividly remembered: the man before them was no saint, but the charismatic Magician whose name echoed throughout all of Qin Province.

That cold voice, carrying a bone-chilling aura, seemed to resonate in everyone’s heart like a sharp awl, stabbing fiercely.

Now there was silence.

The living room was so quiet it was almost terrifying; the atmosphere was heavy, as if even the air had begun to solidify.

Looking at the people who didn’t dare to take a deep breath, Greg Jensen said indifferently, “Duncan Kong, Thomas Lampe, come with me to the Stuart Family.

Also, notify the other Family Heads, tell them I’m back, and have them come to see me.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Boss, what about us?” Simon Cooper quickly asked.

Greg Jensen paused in his steps and said indifferently, “You stay here and take care of those fence-sitters.”

Simon Cooper’s heart tightened, and he quickly responded, “Yes, I understand.”

Watching Greg Jensen leave with Duncan Kong and the others, Trent Preston couldn’t help but feel bewildered and asked,

“Old Simon, the boss is going to the Stuart Family, so why is he still asking those people to come over?”

Simon Cooper glanced at him and sighed, “The boss is planning to settle scores after the fall. Those who don’t stand with us now won’t have a place in Qin Province in the future.”

If Greg Jensen managed to return alive, those who stood with him now, including Trent Preston and others, would receive unimaginable benefits.

But Greg Jensen was facing the Stuart Family—the Stuart Family who had ruled over Qin Province for decades. Who could guarantee that Greg Jensen would come back alive?

For them, it was a high-stake gamble.

If they won, it would be cause for everyone to rejoice, but if they lost, everything would be over.

Trent Preston said with concern, “But that’s the Stuart Family, surely no one will come, right?”

Simon Cooper sneered, “Well, if they don’t come, all the better. Qin Province doesn’t need that many clans.”

Hearing this, Trent Preston froze, an inexplicable chill rising in his heart.

He couldn’t help but wonder, if Greg Jensen returned alive, what would become of those who didn’t come to pay their respects?