Chapter 413: Chapter 411: 411 Strength is Everything_1

To ordinary people, the Martial Way tournament is just an entertainment program; however, to prominent families like the Simmons family, it’s a slaughterhouse for the distribution of benefits.

Simply put, the cake in Qin Province is only so large. If one person eats more, others have to eat less.

So, how to distribute the cake became an issue that these Martial Way families needed to face.

At first, it was just because some people were dissatisfied with the distribution outcome, and they intended to solve it through force.

As time went on, they gradually formed the method of using contests in martial arts to determine the bargaining power when dividing the cake.

Behind Greg Jensen was no Martial Way family, but he could put forth one as his own white glove.

What he was considering now was under which identity he should appear at the Martial Way tournament.

Appearing as Barry Wolfe would naturally be the safest option; this way, he could also prevent involving others.

But in doing so, he wouldn’t be able to seize profits openly; otherwise, if people noticed his relationship with the two conglomerates, then concealing his identity would be meaningless.

“Forget it, let’s just use the identity of the charming Magician. When the time comes, I’ll push the Wolfe family to the front to stand in the limelight.

As for how to transfer benefits to the two conglomerates, let Taylor Ware and Lois Abbott worry about that.”

Thinking this, a smile crept at the corner of Greg Jensen’s mouth-while he was good at killing and fighting, managing a company was not his strong suit.

Standing at different heights, people see things from different perspectives and have different thoughts.

In the past, he used to do business and strived to earn money through hard work, but he wouldn’t do these things anymore.

Because he understood that strength is the foundation of everything.

Leave the money-making to the professionals—he would focus on cultivating. After all, the higher the strength, the more means of making money, and the quicker the speed.

He informed Amelia Simmons, then got up and left. After changing his face in the city, he took a taxi back to the Wolfe family’s villa.

…

Inside the villa, Chelsea Wolfe sat on the sofa with a pale face, sitting up straight with only half of her bottom touching the sofa, appearing very nervous.

Her cousin, Meghan Wolfe, was strolling around the living room with her hands clasped behind her back. She didn’t even glance at Chelsea as she spoke with a sneer, “Little slut, what makes you think you deserve such a nice house? Just because you sold yourself to that murderer?”

Chelsea’s face showed fear, her lips parted slightly, but she stammered, unable to speak.

Seeing her silence, Meghan suddenly bent down, got in her face, and glared, “I’m talking to you. Did you hear me?”

Chelsea trembled, “I… I heard.”

Meghan’s eyes flashed with contempt as she said indifferently, “Tomorrow, go and tell your uncle that you find this house too spacious for yourself, so you’d like to swap with me, understand?”

“Understood.”

“Hmm, good.”

Meghan nodded her head and took another look at the living room environment, her smile showing a trace of pride. She then turned and walked towards the exit.

At that moment, a man walked in from outside.

Meghan, lost in her fantasy of living in this villa, wasn’t careful and bumped right into the man.

The figure was very tall, with considerable strength, almost sending Meghan flying with the impact.

“Are you fucking blind…”

Meghan was furious, starting to curse, but in the next second, her profanity stopped abruptly, and she swallowed the rest of her words.

Because the man who bumped into her was none other than the nominal owner of the villa—the charming Magician, Barry Wolfe.

The title of charming Magician alone signified slaughter.

The first time he appeared before the public’s eyes, he killed a traveling representative and an elder from Healington, whom many families had regarded as honored guests.

His methods were decisive, with no regard for the consequences.

In the eyes of the Martial Way families in Qin Province, if the charming Magician dared kill people from Healington, what were they to him?

If it wasn’t necessary, no one wished to provoke him!

Because provoking Barry Wolfe meant endless trouble.

Even the Family Head Glen Wolfe dared not provoke Barry Wolfe, what was Meghan Wolfe considered?

At that moment, she had been so scared that her face turned pale, and her speech began to stutter.

“Mr. Wolfe, you… you’re back, I thought…”

Meghan Wolfe squeezed out a smile uglier than crying.

Greg Jensen looked at her calmly and asked, “Thought what? Thought I wouldn’t come back? So that you could bully Chelsea Wolfe at will, is that it?”

Meghan Wolfe’s face changed drastically, and cold sweat immediately broke out as she hurriedly said, “No, I didn’t bully her, ask her if you don’t believe me…”

“Is that so?” Greg Jensen looked at Chelsea Wolfe.

Chelsea Wolfe glanced at Meghan Wolfe with a hint of panic.

Seeing this, Meghan Wolfe’s heart settled. In her eyes, Chelsea Wolfe was nothing but a lowly woman to be bullied at will. Would she dare to tell the truth, not afraid that I would flay her skin?

“Good cousin, you tell Mr. Wolfe quickly.”

Meghan Wolfe’s tone carried a plea, but her eyes glared venomously at Chelsea Wolfe, her intent to threaten was more than clear.

Chelsea Wolfe bit her lip and looked up at Greg Jensen with a look of wanting to speak but being too afraid to do so.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be afraid. With me here, no one dares to bully you.”

“I…”

Chelsea Wolfe mumbled silently, slowly bowing her head, then shook her head.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen smiled gently and then his expression turned cold, as he turned and delivered a slap.

Slap!

The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the living room.

Meghan Wolfe was almost sent flying, thudding onto the ground and sitting there dazed, holding her face and looking up at Greg Jensen.

She didn’t understand, how in one second he was smiling, and in the next, he had delivered a slap to her face?

The huge contrast between before and after left her unable to react.

“Lying in front of me? How many lives do you have?”

The icy voice sounded as if it came from the depths of hell, scaring Meghan Wolfe so much that she immediately knelt on the ground.

She trembled and said, “Mr. Jensen, I… I know I was wrong, please be magnanimous…”

Greg Jensen gave her a cold look, then turned to Chelsea Wolfe and asked with a smile, “How do you think she should be punished?”

A flash of pleasure crossed Chelsea Wolfe’s eyes, but seeing her cousin kneeling on the ground, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of conscience, and said softly, “Mr. Wolfe, maybe… let’s forget it.”

“Forget it?”

Greg Jensen glanced sideways at Meghan Wolfe and said, “Do you think it should just be forgotten like that?”

“I…”

Meghan Wolfe looked perplexed, unsure of what Greg Jensen really meant.

Greg Jensen didn’t care to pay her any more attention and sat down on the sofa, waving Chelsea Wolfe over.

Seeing this, Chelsea Wolfe immediately walked over obediently and curled up in Greg Jensen’s arms like a kitten.

Greg Jensen lifted her chin and asked with a smile, “Did you miss me?”

Chelsea Wolfe instinctively looked up, met Greg Jensen’s eyes filled with mischievous smiles, and recoiled as if shocked, her face quickly flushing red, she murmured affirmatively with a voice as faint as a mosquito.

“Hmm, does that mean you missed me or you didn’t?”

“Missed… missed you.”

Looking at Chelsea Wolfe’s shy demeanor, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but laugh out loud and took out his phone to make a call to Glen Wolfe.

“Come to the villa, I need to see you.”

Greg Jensen said casually and then hung up the phone straight away.