Chapter 389: Chapter 387: 387: Is There Still a King's Law?_1

Greg Jensen tidied up a bit before heading to the bathroom to wash up.

After the wash, he found that the Thousand Illusion Spirit Face was indeed an unattainable treasure, far superior to the Disguise Techniques talked about in the martial artists’ community.

After all, Disguise Techniques couldn’t be used carelessly for washing up and playing like he was doing.

Just as he was about to go to bed, his cell phone suddenly received a message. Opening it, he saw it was from Amelia Simmons, asking if he was returning tonight.

Thinking of her supple body, a fiery desire stirred within Greg, but after some thought, he decided not to go back.

Curtis Milton must have already had people watching him; going back to the Simmons family’s villa now would only invite disaster, right?

He couldn’t possibly stay with the Simmons family forever, could he?

Moreover, being new to the martial artists’ community, he did not yet know the true strength of Healington and if he couldn’t beat them, he might be able to run away, but the Simmons family would be doomed.

Not long after he replied to the message, Amelia Simmons sent another one, essentially telling him to take good care of himself and be cautious while outside.

In essence, she was like a dutiful wife worried about her husband encountering danger and trouble outside.

Greg laughed at the message, replied casually, and went to bed.

…

Inside the presidential suite of the same hotel.

“You’re saying he’s staying at the hotel?”

“Yes, my subordinates saw him go in, and he hasn’t come out since.”

Curtis Milton fell silent for a moment and then frowned, “It seems he really isn’t a local.”

Grandmaster Seth Barnett nodded, “I’ve asked Glen Wolfe, and there’s never been any mention of a ‘flamboyant Magician’ locally.”

Curtis Milton curled his lip, “Of course Wolfe hasn’t heard of him. Not just in the Qin province, but even in the martial artists’ community, no one has heard of such a person. Clearly, our ‘flamboyant Magician’ has just come down from a Sect. No wonder he’s so brash.”

“So, what do we do now?”

“Forget it, since he isn’t a local, let’s have the brothers stand down for now. We’ll wait for the Sect’s reply tomorrow morning.”

What Curtis Milton didn’t know was that all his reactions, even his decisions, were within Greg’s expectations.

This was why when Curtis had asked Greg if he was backed by a Sect, Greg had answered “yes.”

Only in that way would Curtis be wary of harming a Sect’s member, leading him to make some mistakes.

…

Early in the morning, Greg was woken up by a series of knocks on the door.

Groggy, he approached the door and asked, “Who is it, so early?”

“It’s me, big brother flamboyant,” came the reply.

“Theressa? What are you doing here so early?”

Greg opened the door to find Theresa Locke, fully dressed and a bit puzzled.

Theresa expressed surprise, “Don’t you practice your martial arts in the morning?”

“Nope,” Greg replied offhandedly, though internally a bit speechless.

How could I practice martial arts alone?

Besides, when I practiced in the morning before, I didn’t have to lift a finger; I just lied down, so why get up so early?

To Theresa, a disciple of a grand family like Greg would surely have a rigorous routine for cultivation and daily life. But Greg didn’t seem like that at all; it was almost as if he hardly needed to practice martial arts.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Theresa asked, “Big brother flamboyant, may I ask what realm you are currently in?”

Greg pondered for a moment, chuckled lightly, then stepped back twice and waved his hand towards Theresa.

Boom!

A faint thud sounded.

Theresa stepped back several paces involuntarily. As something dawned on him and his face changed, he was about to cry out in shock, but Greg gestured for him to keep silent.

He instantly understood, walked into the room, and after closing the door, he then asked, “Greg Jensen, are you… are you a half-step Grandmaster?”

Greg Jensen casually nodded, “Yeah, something like that.”

“This… how did you do it?”

Theresa Locke was flabbergasted; she felt like her brain wasn’t quite keeping up.

She suddenly felt a bit depressed as she had always been touted as a martial arts prodigy since childhood, and there had never been a lack of Elixir supply.

I practice diligently every day with great support from my family, yet I’ve only reached the later stage of Dark Strength up to now.

Meanwhile, Greg Jensen sleeps in every morning yet has become a half-step Grandmaster.

Is there no justice in this world?

Is there no law?

Seeing Theresa’s expression, Greg Jensen knew what she was thinking. He stepped forward, patted her shoulder, and laughed, “You can’t compare with me. I eat Vitality Elixirs like jelly beans, can you do that?”

“Err, that seems like a no.”

Thinking about Greg Jensen consuming Vitality Elixirs, Theresa couldn’t help feeling helplessly resigned, then suddenly noticed Greg Jensen’s face and said, “Greg Jensen, you’re not wearing a mask?”

Caught off guard, Greg Jensen remembered he was still disguising himself with a stranger’s face. So, he said with a laugh, “Yeah, I’m not wearing it anymore, it’s too suffocating.”

“Then I’ll take mine off too.”

As she spoke, Theresa Locke removed the Monk Pig mask from her face, revealing a slightly youthful visage.

She reached out with a beaming smile and said, “Greg Jensen, let’s get acquainted again. My name is Theresa Locke, from the Locke family of Mystic City.”

“…”

This kid is too honest!

Theresa’s frankness caught Greg Jensen off guard.

What happened to the treacherous martial artists’ community and moving cautiously?

After hesitating for a moment, Greg Jensen said, “My name is Barry Wolfe.”

“Nice to meet you, Brother Wolfe!”

Theresa Locke grinned, delighted with the smile.

In her view, exchanging names in the martial artists’ community, especially at an exchange event like this, meant they were now friends.

Greg Jensen felt somewhat helpless faced with such a sincere person, so he could only gloss over it.

Of course, it wasn’t really a deception.

His mother’s surname was Wolfe, and by calling himself Barry Wolfe, he wasn’t far from his real name.

It was clear that Theresa Locke was naturally optimistic, straightforward, and very loyal. Making friends with someone like her meant you never had to worry about being betrayed.

However, upon getting to know her better, Greg Jensen discovered that Theresa Locke was quite a character, not only knowledgeable in martial arts but also eloquent when discussing women.

Even Greg Jensen, a veteran when it came to romance, felt somewhat inferior.

After having a meal together, they headed to the venue of the exchange event.

When they reached the entrance, they ran into Curtis Milton and Elder Barnett.

Curtis Milton did a double-take when he saw Greg Jensen, hesitating before saying, “Are you the Flirtatious Magician?”

“Yeah, Master Milton, you really have a good eye,” Greg Jensen responded cheerfully.

Curtis Milton nodded expressionlessly and didn’t say anything further before turning to walk inside.

Elder Barnett gave Greg Jensen a fierce glare, snorted coldly, and followed Milton.

Watching the two men’s retreating figures, Theresa whispered, “Brother Wolfe, have you offended Elder Barnett?”

Greg Jensen replied nonchalantly, “I wouldn’t say offended. I just didn’t like his attitude and quipped a few things.”

Theresa Locke was about to say something but then remembered Greg Jensen was a half-step Grandmaster and changed her tune, “Luke Barnett is no one of significance; he’s just at the later stage of Dark Strength, but you should be wary of his older brother.”

“He has an older brother?”

“Yeah, his brother’s also an elder of Healington, named Seth Barnett, known as Iron Claw Silver Hook. He has cultivated his External Martial Arts to an exceptional level.”