Chapter 372: Chapter 370: 370 The Dawn After Dark_1

Thud!

Vince Brent’s lifeless body fell straight to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The people of the Morris family were all stunned.

Vince Brent, who was in the later stage of Dark Strength, was actually killed by a punch from Fraser Simmons from across the air?

How is that possible?

As Elliot Morris recalled the scene of Vince Brent’s death, he suddenly felt a shiver down his spine, stiffly turning his head only to see Fraser Simmons looking right at him.

He felt a chill run down his entire body, as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and took a step back instinctively, his voice trembling as he said, “You… you’re already a half-step Grandmaster?”

“Heh, what do you think?”

With a slight smile, Fraser Simmons revealed his eerily white teeth, the cold smile sending shivers down Elliot Morris’s spine.

“How… how could that be? You’ve been bedridden for so many years, even if your illness was cured, how could you suddenly become a half-step Grandmaster?”

“Of course, it’s because…”

Mick Simmons almost let slip Greg Jensen’s involvement, but he was quick to react and cut himself off just in time, changing the subject:

“Of course, it’s because of built-up potential being suddenly released. My dad may have been bedridden for many years, but he never gave up on cultivating his True Qi.

After he recovered from his injuries, he made a breakthrough to Complete Dark Power instantly. Isn’t that quite normal?”

Looking at the smile on Mick Simmons’s face, Elliot Morris finally realized, and he said in a daze:

“You knew all along that he had become a half-step Grandmaster, so you deliberately deceived me just now?”

“Heh.”

With a smile, Mick Simmons said, “Elliot, you shouldn’t put it that way. After all, I never said from the beginning that my dad wasn’t a Grandmaster.”

“You… you’re full of it!”

Knowing he had been tricked, Elliot Morris was suddenly embarrassed and angry, saying, “You just said he couldn’t take action…”

“I said it wasn’t advisable for him to take action, not that he couldn’t.”

Mick Simmons interrupted him, somewhat impatiently saying, “Enough, no more nonsense. When are you going to transfer Westland Pharmaceuticals to me?”

Elliot Morris’s face changed slightly, and he snorted coldly, “What Westland Pharmaceuticals? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So you’re thinking of reneging, are you?”

“Renege? You… you’re cheating; this match doesn’t count—let’s do it over tomorrow.”

After saying this, Elliot Morris tried to walk outside.

Seeing this, Fraser Simmons couldn’t help but snort in derision, “Do it over tomorrow? Do you think there’s anyone in the Morris family who can defeat a half-step Grandmaster?”

Elliot Morris stopped in his tracks, involuntarily pausing.

Fraser Simmons continued, “I’ll give you two hours. If you don’t bring me the transfer agreement within two hours, I’ll personally come to the Morris family to take it.

By then, we can settle both old and new scores together!”

Elliot Morris’s silhouette paused again, and then he hastened his footsteps and ran out.

Seeing this, the people from the Morris family hurriedly followed after him, while only Hazel Simmons and Landon Morris hesitated for a moment before deciding to stay.

In the blink of an eye, the people from the Morris family had all run off without a trace.

Mick Simmons was the first to snap out of it and, full of surprise and joy, ran up to Fraser Simmons, asking, “Dad, are you alright?”

“I’m fine!”

Fraser Simmons shook his head, glanced at Vince Brent on the ground, and smiled, “I’m feeling very good now.”

After many years, he had once again taken down an enemy with his fists, and his heart was both nervous and excited.

Moreover, he felt as though he had shed twenty years, filled with strength from head to toe.

Is this what it feels like to be a half-step Grandmaster?

It’s unbelievably thrilling!

Fraser Simmons looked gratefully at Greg Jensen; if it wasn’t for the remaining members of the Morris family present, he would have loved to bow to Greg Jensen right now to express his gratitude.

Donald Simmons flashed a big smile and said, “That’s great, our Simmons family has a bright future ahead!”

Fraser Simmons patted his shoulder, showing his relief, “Donald, these past few years have been tough on you.”

“It’s not tough; it’s what I should do.”

Donald Simmons shook his head, his heart filled with overwhelming emotion, tears welling up in his eyes.

In the years that Fraser Simmons had been confined to bed, it was Donald alone who had supported the entire Simmons family. The bitterness and pain were beyond the understanding of outsiders.

After enduring so many hardships, the dawn was finally breaking. How could he not be moved?

Fraser Simmons glanced over at Hazel Simmons and Landon Morris and said indifferently, “You two go to the guest room to rest first. We have some matters to discuss.”

“Okay.”

Landon Morris, like a newlywed bride, modestly pulled Hazel Simmons along and randomly chose a guest room to enter.

Only the members of the Simmons family, along with Greg Jensen and Bradley Ford, remained in the courtyard.

Lawson Simmons came up to Greg Jensen and gave a deep bow, “Mr. Jensen, I have said thank you many times already, so I won’t say it anymore—just watch our Simmons family’s performance from now on.”

Greg Jensen nodded silently, handing him three Qi and Blood Pills, saying, “Take one every day; don’t hesitate to use them. You’ve just become a Half-step Grandmaster. You need to stabilize your realm.”

“Okay, thank you, Mr. Jensen.”

Fraser Simmons was deeply touched, remembering how he had once attempted to snatch the Fragrant Spirit Grass from Greg Jensen’s hands, he felt immensely ashamed.

Greg Jensen, however, did not think so much about it. It was simply giving as good as he got, and he also needed a character like the Simmons family to help him amass wealth.

With the help of the Simmons family, he could focus solely on cultivating; there was no need to waste his time making money.

“Alright, call me if there’s anything. I’m heading back now.”

“Okay, Mr. Jensen, take care. Once the paperwork for Westland Pharmaceuticals and Jamae Pharmaceuticals is ready, I’ll have Antonio Conner deliver it to you.”

Greg Jensen was slightly startled, then understood. He pondered for a moment before saying, “Merge Jamae Pharmaceuticals and Westland Pharmaceuticals. Make them first and second branches, settle accounts separately, and have a healthy competition.”

“Understood,” Mick Simmons replied.

…

Late at night, at the Morris family residence in the provincial city, all the key members of the Morris family were present.

Everyone sat in silence, and the atmosphere was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Elliot Morris hung his head, sitting right in the middle of the sofa, with everyone’s eyes on him.

“How did Vince Brent die?”

“He was… he was killed by Fraser Simmons.”

Slap!

Leon Morris raised his hand and delivered a slap, angrily saying, “Stop spouting bullshit! Fraser Simmons is a damn invalid; how could he possibly be a match for Vince Brent?”

“Dad, it’s true, Fraser Simmons was cured by a young man. They all saw it.”

“Cured by a young man?”

Leon Morris quickly sensed something was off and frowned, “How old is this young man?”

“In his twenties, very handsome, and with good demeanor. Seems like he comes from a prestigious family.”

“In his twenties?”

At those words, Leon Morris was taken aback and mused, “Handsome, exceptional demeanor, and so young… could it be someone from Healington?”

His expression instantly grew serious, “How did the Simmons family get involved with Healington?”

“This…”

Jasper Morris pondered and said, “Dad, I heard a while back the Simmons family was causing a stir in Jamae City looking for treasures. Perhaps they really found something that caught Healington’s attention.”

“Hmm, that’s possible.”

Leon Morris nodded, there was no other explanation at this point; otherwise, where did that powerful young man come from?

He frowned, looking again at Jasper Morris, “Even if Fraser Simmons has recovered, he’s at best in the later stage of Dark Strength, and he’s just recovered from a serious illness. How could he possibly kill Vince Brent with one punch?”

“He… he has achieved Half-step Grandmaster.”

“Half-step Grandmaster?”