The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 518: Chapter 518 Who Gave You the Courage_1

In the Stuart Family living room, the Stuarts and Connor Murphy exchanged pleasantries for a while, and they ordered the kitchen to prepare a banquet.

Connor Murphy said impatiently, “Elder Stuart, I think we should just go and slaughter that kid first. After the deed is done, we can drink, don’t you think?”

“Hahaha, of course, that would be best.”

Elder Stuart laughed out loud, then added, “However, Grandmaster Murphy, please wait a moment. The gunmen sent earlier by the seventh haven’t returned yet.

“Once they return and we see the results—if they’ve already taken care of Barry Wolfe—it’ll save Grandmaster Murphy some effort, won’t it?”

Connor Murphy pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, “That makes sense. In that case, we might as well eat first…”

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Before he could finish, an icy voice penetrated the thick wooden doors.

“You don’t need to eat your meal because dead people have no need for food!”

Hearing the voice from outside, everyone was startled and instinctively looked towards the two thick wooden doors.

Bang!

A deafening boom suddenly rang out.

The two wooden doors, each roughly seven to eight centimeters thick and weighing a hundred kilograms, were kicked flying off their hinges with that resounding noise.

Bryson Corl was closest to the door and saw one of them flying towards Elder Stuart. He quickly stepped in front to intercept it.

Just as the door was about to reach him, he pushed out with both hands, catching the door and spinning his body in a maneuver unique to Tai Chi, employing the technique of ‘using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds’, successfully redirecting the door.

Elder Stuart, seeing this, couldn’t help but praise, “What magnificent skill!”

Seeing their own expert shine, the other members of the Stuart Family also felt proud and started to praise him.

Connor Murphy’s eyes also showed a hint of seriousness, but after a moment, he scoffed, clearly disdainful of Bryson Corl’s skills.

At that moment, a slender figure appeared at the now doorless entrance.

“Barry Wolfe?”

Stuart Seven suddenly stood up. “You sure are lucky, kid—so many gunmen and they didn’t kill you?”

After entering the living room and stopping at the entrance, Greg Jensen looked around with a grave gaze, hoping to find that woman among the crowd.

But he was disappointed; the woman was not there.

Considering that the gunmen had even found his way to the Simmons family villa, it seemed the woman had not kept her promise.

If that was the case, then the Stuart Family had no reason to continue existing.

“Aiden Clark, I’m talking to you!”

Stuart Seven, feeling ignored, was immediately enraged.

With five Grandmasters present, he was confident Greg Jensen wouldn’t dare make a move against him and approached, saying, “Kid, you were lucky the last two times, but this time… uh…”

Before Stuart Seven could finish speaking, he felt an invisible hand grasp his throat.

He looked at Greg Jensen in astonishment, unable to comprehend how the latter had done it.

After all, there were at least three to four meters between them; even with long arms, Greg Jensen couldn’t possibly reach him.

How exactly did Greg Jensen do it?

Stuart Seven looked at Greg Jensen with a frightened face, opening his mouth but unable to make a sound.

Just as he was utterly baffled, Greg Jensen had already closed in on him.

He extended a hand and gently grasped Stuart Seven’s throat, then lifted him up.

“I told you before, Grandmasters are not to be disrespected. How come you never learn?”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an immediate outcry from the crowd.

“Let go of the seventh!”

“Let go of my brother Seven, or I swear I’ll fight you to the death.”

Greg Jensen ignored the Stuart Family’s incessant clamor and seriously looked at Stuart Seven in his hand, calmly saying, “Your Stuart Family seems to enjoy breaking the rules so much. I guess I also have to keep up with your pace, right?”

Mr. Stuart heard Greg Jensen’s words and suddenly felt a foreboding, he hurriedly said, “Barry Wolfe, please be merciful…”

Crack!

Greg Jensen slightly exerted force on his palm and directly snapped Seventh Master Stuart’s neck, then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, threw him on the ground as if he were tossing away trash.

Dead silence instantly engulfed the surroundings.

Those present stared at Greg Jensen in utter astonishment, unable to comprehend how he could be so decisive and ruthless.

The once lively Seventh Master Stuart was now dead.

“Old Seven!”

Mr. Stuart’s eyes were splitting with rage, and his body shook uncontrollably.

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At that moment, Mr. Stuart’s complexion was so sullen it seemed as though it could drip with water, veins on his forehead bulging with evident fury.

“Kill him, kill him now!”

Mr. Stuart’s lips trembled with rage.

Seeing this, Connor Murphy commented indifferently, “No problem, leave it to me.”

As he spoke, he approached Greg Jensen.

Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis did not interfere, evidently ready to watch the drama unfold.

Karl Peirce, the fellow apprentice, remained silent as well, since, in his view, this young man stood no chance against his senior.

Connor Murphy, not in a hurry to make a move, looked Greg Jensen up and down and then, with a sneer, spoke in that commanding tone,

“Kneel down and apologize to the Stuart family, and I may still allow you to keep your corpse intact, otherwise…”

Before he could finish, Greg Jensen’s expression turned icy, “Who do you think you are to demand that I kneel? Who gave you the gall?”

Ashe uttered the word “gall,” Greg Jensen’s aura erupted thunderously.

Connor Murphy felt the young man before him suddenly change,e skills. He felt as though a towering mountain loomed over him, bearing down on his head.

So much so that the words he intended to say were forcefully swallowed back.

A look of terror flashed in Connor Murphy’s eyes. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Greg Jensen vanish from in front of him.

Before he could react, the figure flickered again, and Greg Jensen had already appeared right in front of him.

Connor Murphy was startled and, just as he was about to create some distance, a fist landed hard on his chest.

Fast!

So incredibly fast!

Connor Murphy had no time to react; his body flew out like a kite with a broken string, propelled by Greg Jensen’s punch.

While still in the air, he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

“Senior brother…”

Upon seeing this, Karl Peirce rushed over and stretched out his hand, his face suddenly changing color.

Dead?

His senior brother was just dead like that?

Karl Peirce’s eyes immediately reddened. He had grown up following his senior brother, who was like a father to him.

Seeing his senior brother killed just like that, his anger flared, and he wished he could tear Greg Jensen into a thousand pieces.

On the other side, Mr. Stuart himself was taken aback, having had great expectations for this outsider, Connor Murphy, who had now just died.

What level was Greg Jensen at?

How could he have killed Connor Murphy so easily?

At that moment, Karl Peirce finally came to his senses, and looking at Greg Jensen, his eyes filled with rage, he said,

“Kid, if I let you walk out of this door today, I’ll take your surname!”

Before the words were out of his mouth, he was already taking quick steps, charging towards Greg Jensen.