The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 516: Chapter 516 Soft Detention_1

Greg Jensen made up his mind, he had to get a Flying Sword as soon as possible, and ideally, acquire a more profound Sword Control Technique as well.

With these, his strength would be fully unleashed, and his combat power could grow by more than tenfold.

Although the “Yin Yang Harmony Scriptures” contained methods of sword control, they were too basic and could only barely manage to control a Flying Sword.

Flying Swords, Sword Control Technique…

As Greg Jensen pondered where to obtain a Flying Sword, he controlled the Silver Needle to strike towards the glass beside him.

Pfft!

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A hissing sound and a tiny hole instantly appeared on the glass.

The power was quite impressive.

A hint of a smile appeared on Greg Jensen’s face; this breakthrough had come at just the right time, and his confidence grew even stronger.

…

The Stuart Family.

“Let me out!” Julian Stuart urged anxiously.

Through the security door of the basement, Lawson Simmons advised, “Julian, just stay inside peacefully for a few days. After we take care of Barry Wolfe, you’ll be let out.”

“Brother, listen to me, Barry Wolfe is not someone to provoke; he’s definitely not as simple as he appears.”

“Isn’t he just a Grandmaster? What’s the big deal?”

Lawson Simmons said dismissively, “Our Stuart Family has plenty of Grandmasters. Do we need to worry about him?”

“It’s not like that, he’s no ordinary Grandmaster!”

Would an ordinary Grandmaster have access to such fine Elixirs?

Elixirs that even Healington envied?

Could an ordinary Grandmaster survive several explosions unscathed?

Recalling the various extraordinary abilities Barry Wolfe displayed during the month they spent together, Julian Stuart felt a chill run down her spine.

Especially when Barry Wolfe held her and jumped down from a high waterfall, that bizarre movement technique that seemed to defy the laws of physics made her blood run cold.

Julian Stuart had wanted to persuade her father to agree to Greg Jensen’s terms, but before she could even speak, her father had placed her under house arrest.

Seeing the three-day deadline approaching, she became anxious, “Brother, listen to me, Barry Wolfe is absolutely not ordinary…”

By this time, Julian Stuart didn’t dare hold back and hurriedly expressed all of her concerns.

After listening, Lawson Simmons fell silent outside the door.

After a long pause, he spoke in a somber tone, “Julian, it’s too late to say all this. Half an hour ago, I sent people to go kill him.

An Assassin with a sniper rifle and five guns, Barry Wolfe is as good as dead!”

Upon hearing this, Julian Stuart’s face turned pale, and she said urgently, “Brother, he was already very angry about the last incident, how could you…”

“Ha! What right does he have to be angry? I’ll say it again, he’s just a Grandmaster; there’s really no need to be concerned.”

Lawson Simmons scoffed, “Alright, rest assured, by now Barry Wolfe is probably dead.”

Julian Stuart insisted, “Guns are useless against him, have you forgotten how Troy Milton died?”

Lawson Simmons fell silent again, then said lightly, “No matter, even if guns don’t work, we still have three Grandmasters in the family.

If he doesn’t come, it’s fine, but if he dares to come, he won’t be able to walk out of the Stuart family’s door alive.”

“Brother, you’re being too rash, Barry Wolfe, he…”

“Julian, you’re praising the kid so highly, you couldn’t possibly have fallen for him, could you?”

Julian Stuart froze for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, “Brother, what are you talking about?”

“If not, then good.”

Lawson Simmons chuckled, “Alright, no need to talk about this anymore. Once Barry Wolfe is dead, you’ll naturally be released. Just stay calm and wait here for now.”

“Brother…”

Julian Stuart wanted to persuade him further, but the sound of footsteps was already fading into the distance.

“It’s over, now it’s completely over!”

Julian Stuart leaned against the wall and slowly slumped to the ground.

She knew that either Barry Wolfe or the Stuart Family was bound to die.

All she hoped was that Barry Wolfe would show mercy for her sake and not take the life of a Stuart member.

But, was that possible?

Barry Wolfe was willing to continue cooperation and even gave her three days of time—it was already a huge concession.

Now the three days had passed, and not only had the Stuart Family not apologized and made amends, but they had also sent an assassin after him again.

He must think that those people were sent by her, right?

Julian Stuart’s heart was filled with unspeakable bitterness. She also blamed herself for letting slip about Fraser Simmons; otherwise, how could her seventh brother and the others have found him?

Inside the Stuart Family’s living room, Julian’s seventh brother repeated what she had said.

After hearing this, the third eldest of the Stuart Family couldn’t help but laugh sardonically and said, “Is our little ninth sister smitten?

Barry Wolfe, that young man, has become a Grandmaster at such a young age, truly standing out as an exceptional figure. It’s normal for our ninth sister to take a fancy to him.

Why don’t we let Bryson and the others show some mercy later on, spare that young man’s life, and leave him for our ninth sister to deal with?”

“Foolishness!”

The Stuart patriarch suddenly spoke up, rebuking, “With such a deadly feud established, where’s the reason to let him live?”

The third eldest gave a sheepish smile and said, “I was just saying. It’s not up to me to decide his fate.”@@novelbin@@

“Better you know that.”

The Stuart patriarch coldly glared at him and then turned his head towards the eldest, Julian Stuart, and asked, “Julian, when will the two helpers you’ve invited arrive?”

“They should be here any moment,” Julian Stuart said with a smile.

Originally, he did not agree with making an enemy of Barry Wolfe, but since things have come to this pass and a deadly feud had been established, he could only think of ways to kill the opponent.

Therefore, apart from the two retainers of the Stuart Family, Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis, Julian had specifically invited two other Grandmasters from outside the region.

One was the Wing Chun Master Connor Murphy, virtually unbeatable in close combat.

The other was his junior fellow disciple, Karl Peirce, whose skills were similarly formidable.

Together with the two retainers of the Stuart Family and the Stuart patriarch, a total of five Grandmasters were determined to ensure Barry Wolfe did not leave alive.

As they were speaking, the butler suddenly ran in from outside.

“Patriarch, two men have arrived outside; they say they are the helpers we invited.”

Upon hearing this, the Stuart patriarch’s eyes lit up, and he quickly said, “Quick, bring them in.”

Julian Stuart stood up with a smile and said, “Father, shall I personally go out to welcome them?”

“Good, go ahead.”

Julian Stuart nodded and followed the butler out briskly.

Soon after, he led two old men inside.

Both were of similar height, around 175 centimeters. One of them was slightly corpulent, with a ruddy complexion, and always had a faint smile on his face.

The other was as thin as a stick, with eyebrows tightly furrowed, as if he bore deep grudges against everyone.

Julian Stuart pointed to the slightly corpulent old man and said, “Father, let me introduce them. This is Grandmaster Connor Murphy, whom I’ve mentioned to you before, and beside him is his junior disciple, Karl Peirce.”

“Hahaha, welcome, welcome to our esteemed guests,” the Stuart patriarch said with a hearty laugh, clasping his hands together in greeting, “I am well aware of your great reputations.”

A brilliant smile bloomed on Connor Murphy’s ruddy face as he said, “You flatter us, Patriarch Stuart. We brothers are but nameless soldiers in the presence of the Stuart Family, unworthy of such high praise.”

“No need to be modest, please take a seat,” the Stuart patriarch gestured, and Julian Stuart quickly ushered them to their seats.

Connor Murphy glanced at Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis, seated beside him, and frowned, saying, “And these two are…?”

Julian Stuart explained with a smile, “Oh, these are our Stuart Family’s retainers, Grandmasters Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis.”

Connor Murphy raised an eyebrow, looked at his junior disciple Karl Peirce, and said indifferently, “These two… I haven’t heard of them before?”