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The Jensen Family was completely dumbfounded by the scene; weren’t they just on the verge of clashing swords and drawing bows? How come they had withdrawn in the blink of an eye?

What’s going on?

Big Liu was a man of meticulous thought, and turning his head toward Greg Jensen, he saw him shake his head, instantly understanding what was happening.

“Let’s all withdraw, guys. I’ll stay here with the brothers to watch over things and ensure nothing goes wrong,” Big Liu said.

Big Liu said to the Second Master with a smile, “Second Master, please ride in my car. You should hurry to the hospital to get checked, so you don’t suffer any lingering issues.”

“Uh…”

Seeing this, the Second Master’s face turned green; he really dared not get in Big Liu’s car.

Greg Jensen said with a naive smile, “Big Liu’s a good person, a really good person!”

“You don’t know shit!”

The Second Master glared at him irritably and, feeling somewhat intimidated by Big Liu, instinctively moved to one side.

He discussed the matter with the Third Master and others and felt that no matter how they looked at it, today’s events were tinged with strangeness. However, one thing they could be sure of was that Arthur Corl probably wouldn’t come for the time being.

So, the wounded Jensen Family members left in twos and threes.

The Second Master looked at the ruined vegetable fields and let out a deep sigh.

“Silly Greg, let’s go.”

“Second Master, I’ll help Big Liu move some stuff,” Greg Jensen offered.

The Second Master frowned; under normal circumstances, he would have pulled Greg Jensen away, but remembering Big Liu’s behavior just now, he didn’t say anything.

It wasn’t until most people were gone that Brandon Brent came walking down the narrow path between the fields.

Big Liu dismissed his subordinates, and standing beside Greg Jensen, he asked in a low voice, “Boss Jensen, do you have any association with this person?” Greg Jensen squinted his eyes and said indifferently, “No association, just grudges!”

Big Liu’s expression darkened, and he instinctively moved half a step forward, subtly positioning himself in front of Greg Jensen.

Seeing this, Brandon Brent also stopped in his tracks and called out, “Greg Jensen, let’s have a talk.”

Greg Jensen looked at his outfit and burst into laughter, taunting, “Mr. Brent looks pretty fashionable, huh?

What’s the occasion, just came back from a winter fashion show? Or did you just return from the Arctic?”

Brandon Brent’s expression darkened, and he frowned, “Greg Jensen, let’s speak plainly. Is it you who’s behind my problem?”

“Heh, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Greg Jensen scoffed with a cold laugh.

It was a joke; how could he possibly admit to such a thing?

Angered but mindful of the consequences of offending Greg Jensen, Brandon

Brent tried to contain his rage and said:

“Greg Jensen, I was wrong before, and I apologize to you.”

“Don’t, I can’t accept that.”

Greg Jensen scoffed coldly, “If Mr. Brent has nothing else, then I’ll be leaving now.”

Saying that, he gave Big Liu a signal and then turned to leave.

Seeing this, Brandon Brent grew desperate, pushed aside Carl Stuart beside him, and staggered before Greg Jensen, falling to his knees with a thud.

He clung to Greg Jensen’s legs, pleading, “Greg Jensen, please, save me. I don’t want to be in a wheelchair.”

Seeing that Greg Jensen was unmoved, he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said:

“As long as you can save me, I’ll resolve the matter of the scenic area development for you.

I guarantee nobody will bother you again. As for the scenic area, we’ll do it however you say.”

Greg Jensen was somewhat moved by these words.

He couldn’t always be in the village to oversee things; what if Arthur Corl came back next time and he wasn’t able to return in time? Could the Second Master and others handle them?

If there was a serious injury, that would truly be regrettable.

After pondering for a moment, Greg Jensen looked up and said, “I can cure you, but can you ensure the matter with the scenic area is resolved?”

Overjoyed by the response, Brandon Brent quickly assured, “Rest assured, as long as you cure me, I’ll handle Arthur Corl and the county police station. I guarantee nobody will trouble you again.”

Greg Jensen nodded silently, then said, “Then let’s go to Duo Phoenix Town.”

“Okay, okay.”

Greg Jensen nodded again, planning to first take Brandon Brent to Big Boss Liu’s place, which had many rooms and was also very quiet.

Brandon Brent looked extremely excited. With Carl Stuart steadying him, he staggered onto the vehicle.

Once on the vehicle, his expression inevitably grew somber.

Carl Stuart asked with some confusion, “Young Master Brent, are you really going to let this kid off the hook?”

Brandon Brent, watching Greg Jensen get into the car in front, couldn’t help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly and sneer,

“What’s the rush? Once my illness is taken care of, watch how I’ll deal with him.”

The group arrived at Big Boss Liu’s place, and Greg Jensen led Brandon Brent into one of the guest bedrooms.

Greg Jensen first used acupuncture to clear Brandon Brent’s meridians and blood flow, then handed him a pill.

“Take this. It’s a Qi and Blood Pill that I’ve refined myself. It can replenish all the Qi and blood you’ve depleted recently.”

Brandon Brent swallowed the pill without suspicion.

Whether it was a placebo effect or not, he felt that the pill was incredibly effective. As soon as he swallowed it, he felt warmth throughout his body.

Brandon Brent asked in astonishment, “Mr. Jensen, am I cured?”

“Yes, completely cured. Remember not to engage in sexual activity for the next two days and avoid cold food.”

Greg Jensen wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked very tired.

Seeing that, Brandon Brent burst into happy laughter, “Thank you, Mr. Jensen, I’m very grateful.”

“Don’t mention it. Just don’t forget your promise,” Greg Jensen said indifferently.

“Haha, don’t worry, I definitely won’t forget. I’ll call them as soon as I get back and settle this matter for you.”

“Hmm.”

A cold glint flashed in Brandon Brent’s eyes but quickly returned to normal.

He said cheerfully to Greg Jensen, “Mr. Jensen, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to the county town. Going back early will help me sort things out for you sooner.”

Greg Jensen, exhausted, waved his hand and said, “Go on, and come to me if there’s any problem.”

“Alright.”

Brandon Brent agreed and left cheerfully.

After he had gone, Greg Jensen slowly sat up straight, his lips curling into a faint, cold smile.

A moment later, Big Boss Liu came in, worriedly saying, “Boss Jensen, that kid doesn’t seem very honest. Are you just going to let him go like that?”

“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask.”

“Yes, sir.”

Greg Jensen gave him a cold glance, and the latter quickly lowered his head.

Thinking of Brandon Brent’s sinister expression as he departed, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but sneer. If Brandon truly submitted and took care of the agreed matter, then so be it.

But if he dared to break the agreement, Greg Jensen could retaliate at any moment.

After leaving Big Boss Liu’s place, Greg Jensen went to a vegetable shop.

Lindsey Wolfe and Widow Liu had obviously received the news that the developers’ issue had been temporarily resolved.

So when they saw Greg Jensen come in, rather than asking about the outcome, they spent a long time checking him over.

Relieved to see he wasn’t hurt, both women sighed in unison.

Surrounded by two mature women, Greg Jensen felt both excited and anxious, fearing the disaster that would ensue if his aunt discovered Widow Liu’s interest in him.

Thinking of Lindsey Wolfe’s fiery temper, Greg Jensen couldn’t help feeling a headache coming on.

He made up an excuse, called a motorcycle taxi, and took it to the county town.

The last batch of special spices he had given Lois Abbott was all used up, and he needed to mix some more.

He also needed to buy some medicinal herbs to concoct Qi-boosting Pills.

The quantity he needed this time was not small, as he was about to attempt a breakthrough to the third level of Qi Refinement.