The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 522: Chapter 522: Union of Seven Provinces_1

Under the dark night, the provincial city was alive with glimmering lights and vibrant nightlife, as people unwound after a day’s work.

On the surface, the provincial city appeared peaceful, but underneath, a tempest of anxiety stirred.

The ordinary wealthy were still fine— they couldn’t penetrate the upper echelons’ secrets. But for those who were qualified to know, all were uneasily awaiting.

They were waiting for the news of that man’s death.

As long as that man died, they could finally relax completely.

They believed that with the Stuart Family’s strength, Barry Wolfe was certainly doomed.

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In the past, in Qin Province, it was not that no one dared to challenge the Stuart Family, but without exception, all ended in failure.

Only Nathan Green was a clever one; he managed to secure quite a few advantages in front of the Stuart Family.

Besides him, all those who dared provoke the Stuart Family met tragic ends—either lifelong disability or immediate death on the spot.

Barry Wolfe was strong, but he would not be an exception!

“Hey, do you guys think the Stuart Family will really kill Barry Wolfe?”

“Is that even a question? Without Barry Wolfe, the Stuart Family could skim twenty percent of profit off us. Can’t the Stuart Family weigh which is more important?”

A few people looked subconsciously towards Old Hu, who had become the backbone of the group.

Old Hu nodded and said, “Indeed, what is dueling, what is challenging? Those are but tools for the distribution of interests.

When it comes to interests, what is a life worth?

Even if the Stuart Family ignore the loss of face and avoid conflict with Barry Wolfe, can they really refuse such great interests?”

“Yeah, Old Hu is right.”

“Suddenly, the real estate I’ve hoarded doesn’t seem so tempting anymore.”

Old Hu looked somewhat speechless at the speaker and said, “Do you have a brain? Why on earth would you buy a house at this time?”

“Then what should we buy?”

This question stumped Old Hu; when it came to economic affairs, he was clueless as a teapot trying to boil dumplings.

Just then, the sound of knocking came, followed by the butler walking in.

Old Hu, sensing a reprieve, quickly changed the subject and smiled at the butler, “What’s up? Is there something wrong?”

The butler swallowed, his throat dry as he said, “Mr. Hu, it seems like… Barry Wolfe is back.”

“What did you say?”

Old Hu stood up in shock, looking incredulously at the butler, “Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could he possibly have survived the Stuart Family’s grasp?”

Before the butler could explain, suddenly a Family Head stood up and said, “That… Old Hu, I have some matters to attend to at home, so I’ll be taking my leave.”

“Oh, my little granddaughter must be getting out of school. Old Hu, I’ll be going now.”

Quickly, the room emptied until only Old Hu and the butler were left, exchanging glances.

Old Hu was dazed for a moment before realizing, those Family Heads were definitely going to pay their respects to Greg Jensen.

“Despicable, utterly despicable! We agreed to act together, yet they bolt first, rushing to kiss Barry Wolfe’s feet?”

Old Hu cursed indignantly, yet he proceeded to get dressed.

The butler stared, dumbfounded, “Mr. Hu, what are you…”

“Going to pay respects to Barry Wolfe!”

Without blushing or skipping a beat, Old Hu declared, “I’m going to visit Mr. Wolfe, to tell him of the despicable actions of those wretches.”

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The news of Greg Jensen’s return to the provincial city spread swiftly, and in an instant, the entire city was in an uproar.

Because everyone was well aware that if Greg Jensen could return unscathed, it meant the Stuart Family was finished.

Otherwise, they would never have allowed him to leave of his own volition.

But how exactly did Barry Wolfe manage to do it?

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Even if Drake Stuart of the Stuart Family did not return, the Stuart Family still had three Grandmasters, and they could also pay for assistance.

How could they possibly allow Barry Wolfe to leave?

Everyone was baffled until the following morning when the news of the Family Head of the Stuart Family’s death broke, and there was a commotion.

“My God! He actually killed the old Family Head of the Stuart Family!”

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“Is the Stuart Family completely finished now?”

“Of course, it seems that Barry Wolfe will rule Qin Province from now on.”

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Late at night, in Xi Yuan Province.

Within a vast estate, Charlie Humphrey, the Head of the Humphrey Family, sat behind a desk, reading a newspaper while listening to the butler report on recent events.

Upon hearing about the death of the Head of the Stuart Family and the collapse of the Stuart Family, he stiffened slightly, then regained his composure and, without lifting his head, asked, “Who has such great ability?”

“It’s Barry Wolfe, who recently rose to fame in Qin Province. I heard he has also taken two subordinates.

One is Duncan Kong, the Grandmaster of Tongbi Boxing from Xi Yuan Province, and the other is Thomas Lampe from Xi Liang Province.”

Upon hearing this, Charlie Humphrey put down the newspaper, took off his glasses and wiped them, and chuckled, “Old Stuart was stubborn and inflexible; he deserved what came to him.”

The butler hesitated for a moment, then said, “Master, according to the rules of our Union of Seven Provinces, should we not stand up for the Stuart Family?”

“Certainly, we should help the Stuart Family. How pitiful they are, with so many properties unmanaged. How can this be allowed?”

Charlie Humphrey mused, “Help me arrange to meet with the other families for lunch tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master.”

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As the finest private restaurant in Xi Liang Province, Windville Garden still cultivated an ambience of ‘harmony with nature.’

Overall, it resembled the garden of a wealthy family from ancient times.

Pavillions, towers, rock gardens, and strange stones were all present.

For that reason, the business at Windville Garden was exceptionally good. Every mealtime, the place would be packed, with no seats to be found.

No matter how influential you are, if you want to eat at Windville Garden, you must make a reservation.

Yet today, at noon, Windville Garden was unusually quiet, as all clients with reservations were postponed by a day.

The reason was simple; the entire Windville Garden had been booked.

And the ones who booked Windville Garden were the Heads of the other six families, aside from the Stuart Family.

As the organizer, Charlie Humphrey naturally arrived first, followed by the Family Heads of the Brent and Wood families, and so on.

And Issac Grey, the Family Head of the Grey Family, serving as the host in his own province, was the last to arrive.

Issac Grey, in his fifties, sported a short crew cut. With a handsome appearance and a calm, imposing walk, he exuded the air of someone in high authority.

“Issac, it’s been a long time.”

Upon Issac Grey’s arrival, the others all stood up to greet him.

Issac Grey responded with a faint smile, “We’re all old friends here, why so polite? No need for formalities, please sit down.”

After saying this, he directly took the reserved head seat and then glanced left and right; his gaze settled on Charlie Humphrey.

“Charlie, if I’m not wrong, you are here for the Stuart Family’s matter, aren’t you?”

“Haha, Issac, you indeed have unparalleled foresight, spot-on indeed.”

Charlie Humphrey replied with a hearty laugh, but then his smile slowly faded into a more serious expression, “Issac, let’s not talk about who’s right or wrong in the Stuart Family’s situation.

Our seven families have always been as close as branches on the same tree. Now that such an incident has occurred, shouldn’t we do something about it?”

“Oh?”

Issac Grey looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile and asked, “And what do you suggest we do?”

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