Chapter 391: Chapter 389: 389: Getting Something for Nothing_1

The moon shone brightly with few stars in the sky.

A tall and slender young man stepped out of a taxi, looked at the park in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then walked in.

Under the moonlight, the pitch-black entrance of the park resembled the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, appearing sinister and terrifying.

Greg Jensen paid it no mind; after entering the park, he looked around and then made a call to Curtis Milton.

“I’ve arrived, where are you?”

“Come to the artificial lake in the middle, I’m right here.”

Greg Jensen hung up the phone, casually sent out a message, and continued walking forward.

Not long after he left, Theresa Locke led her people and followed him.

A few people whispered among themselves for a few moments, then dispersed in a fan formation toward the artificial lake.

Elsewhere, Greg Jensen passed through a thick forest.

A gleaming lake, under the cold celestial light, emerged quietly before his eyes like a full moon.

Curtis Milton and Luke Barnett stood by the lake, and when they saw Greg Jensen coming, Curtis showed a trace of impatience and frowned, “Why are you so slow?”

Greg Jensen didn’t care, glanced around, and asked with a smile, “It’s just the two of you?”

“Just for a transaction, aren’t the two of us enough?”

Curtis Milton’s expression was indifferent, “Did you bring the prescription?”

“I did.”

Greg Jensen took out a note he had prepared in advance from his pocket.

Curtis Milton’s eyes brightened and his breathing hastened, “Let me have a look.”

With that, he reached out to grab it.

Greg Jensen dodged his hand and asked, “Where’s the Coagulated Fragrant Flower?”

Curtis Milton retracted his hand in displeasure and said sternly, “What’s the rush? How can I be sure that the prescription you’re giving is real or fake?”

Greg Jensen frowned, “Then what do you propose?”

“Let’s do this, come back with me to the Sect, once we verify the authenticity of the prescription, we will naturally give you the Coagulated Fragrant Flower.”

“Ha, you’re trying to play me with an empty promise?”

“If you don’t trust me, then we can forget about the transaction.”

Greg Jensen let out a cold laugh, put the note back in his pocket, and shook his head, ready to leave.

As he was about to go, Curtis Milton quickly ran a few steps, stood in front of him, and said coldly, “Do you really think you can just come and go as you please?”

“That’s right!”

“Heh, I’m afraid that’s not up to you anymore.”

Curtis Milton showed a toothy grin.

Before his words had ended, Luke Barnett had silently pounced from behind, joining Curtis, and together they formed a pincer attack formation.

Greg Jensen glanced back and said with a sneer, “So you plan to rob me openly?”

Curtis Milton mockingly said, “That’s right, any objections? Hahaha.”

While Luke Barnett gritted his teeth, “Kid, weren’t you acting all high and mighty? Keep acting tough for me to see, huh?”

“Heh.”

Greg Jensen chuckled softly, put his fingers to his mouth, and blew a loud whistle.

Seeing this, Curtis Milton suddenly had a bad premonition.

Luke Barnett, however, had no reaction and continued to prattle on, “Kid, kneel down and apologize quickly. Maybe I’ll spare your life. Otherwise…”

His words weren’t finished when suddenly a sound of footsteps echoed around them.

Right after, Theresa Locke led her group out from the dense forest and quickly surrounded the trio.

Seeing this scene, Curtis Milton’s hair stood on end.

Although Luke Barnett was a half-step Grandmaster, facing so many Dark Strength experts still made his scalp tingle.

Curtis Milton himself only had the cultivation of Complete Dark Power and now looked even paler.

He said vehemently with false bravado, “What… what are you trying to do? I warn you, we are people from Healington.

Whoever dares to touch us, Healington will never let them off!”

Theresa Locke smiled, came up to him, patted his shoulder, and said, “Master Curtis, don’t be nervous. We’re just here for a spring outing.”

“A spring outing?”

Spring my ass!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Who the hell does spring outings in the dead of night?

Curtis Milton shivered with anger, yet dared not erupt. He could only grit his teeth and force a smile, “So, that’s it then, we’ll be off.”

After saying that, he shot Luke Barnett an eye signal and left the amusement park at a brisk pace.

Once outside the park, he took a deep breath, looking back cautiously. Seeing that Theresa Locke and the others had not followed, he finally relaxed completely.

Luke Barnett said indignantly, “Aiden Clark, how did all those people end up together?”

He was so close to avenging the insult he had suffered, only for Theresa Locke and her group to interfere, which left him seething internally.

“I have no idea.”

Curtis Milton shook his head, his brows knitted in deep thought.

Luke Barnett asked, “What do we do now? Just forget about the Elixir Prescription?”

Curtis Milton shook his head again, a vicious look appearing at the corner of his mouth. “That kid is at most Dark Gold Complete. When we get back, find Glen Wolfe and have him attack with you tomorrow.

Call in a few others for help, and Theresa Locke’s group won’t be able to cause any trouble.”

Hearing this, Luke Barnett couldn’t help but give a chilly laugh, “Well, then we’ll turn a blind eye to them for tonight!”

Curtis Milton nodded and chuckled, “Exactly as it should be.”

After the two men returned to the hotel, they summoned Glen Wolfe and explained the situation, then turned their gaze toward him, waiting for his response.

Glen Wolfe hesitated. He truly did not want to get involved in this strife, but he couldn’t afford to offend the people from Healington.

“Once it’s done, I’ll gift you a Nine Revolutions Muscle Changing Pill!”

Upon hearing this, Glen Wolfe’s eyes lit up. The Nine Revolutions Muscle Changing Pill was one of the finest elixirs Healington produced.

Though it didn’t exaggerate miracles like raising the dead, it wasn’t far off. Even if his family didn’t have anyone injured, it made for an excellent trade item.

He hardly hesitated before agreeing on the spot.

Curtis Milton had known he would agree. He had even prepared his argument on the way back.

Having convinced Glen Wolfe, he then promptly went to other rooms to recruit a few more skilled acquaintances.

With this, he had two and a half step Grandmasters and several Dark Strength masters. Should he make a move, Greg Jensen would have no choice but submit.

This time, it would definitely succeed!

The effects of the Blood Essence Elixir had been acknowledged by the Sect. Bringing back the Elixir Prescription alone would be a great merit.

Not only would he bring back the Elixir Prescription, but also the person selling the elixirs, which was worth far more than the prescription itself.

He could even imagine that once he succeeded, the Sect Leader would surely take him as a personal Disciple.

At that point, he, Curtis Milton, would truly ascend to greatness.

“Make sure to leave that little Magician scoundrel for me,” Luke Barnett said.

“No problem.”

Curtis Milton patted his shoulder, “That kid is at most at the later stage of Dark Strength. Once we catch him, I’ll hand him over to you, just don’t kill him, that’s all.”

“Haha, I definitely won’t kill him,” Luke Barnett laughed boisterously.

…

Meanwhile, Greg Jensen and Theresa Locke were also hurrying back to the hotel.

Theresa Locke exclaimed angrily, “It has to be Curtis Milton. Lamar Pierce’s disappearance must be related to him. Why didn’t you just let me kill him on the spot?”

“Killing him easily is one thing, but what about Healington?” Greg Jensen said helplessly.

The Locke family of Mystic City was powerful—perhaps unafraid of Healington. But what about Greg Jensen?

He wasn’t afraid of Healington. The problem was that it would be too troublesome to handle, and what if Lois Abbott and the others got entangled in this?

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, he really didn’t want to conflict with Healington.

Theresa Locke also realized her mistake and apologized, “I’m sorry, Greg. I was just thinking about my own situation.”

“No worries,” Greg Jensen said with a smile.

Theresa Locke’s heart eased a little and she asked, “Are you still going to the exchange meeting tomorrow?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”