Chapter 451: Chapter 449 - 449 Careful Treatment_1

Duncan Walker, nicknamed Duncan Kong, only now, no one dares to call him by that nickname anymore.

It’s because his mastery of the Tongbei Boxing has reached a transformative level, his arms lash out like whips, and anyone touched by them suffers broken bones and torn tendons.

Although he hasn’t made a move in a long time, his reputation in the West Yuan Province and throughout the entire Seven Provinces of Northwest is extremely formidable.

Most importantly, like Thomas Lampe, Duncan Kong has been in the Master Realm for over ten years and is rumored to have touched the threshold of the Dao Realm.

In other words, whether it’s Duncan Kong or Thomas Lampe, just by hiring one, Barry Wolfe would surely be dead.

If both could be hired, that would be double assurance.

Unlike Thomas Lampe, Duncan Kong’s reputation is still decent, but the price for his service is simply too great.

Moreover, Troy Milton made it clear that the cost of hiring Duncan Kong would have to be borne by several families together, so the Hall Family Head and others were reluctant.

The tea room remained quiet, with no one agreeing or objecting; they were all waiting for someone else to speak first.

Seeing this, Troy Milton’s expression turned colder again, “What, none of you are willing?”

Trent Preston immediately spoke up, “I am willing!”

However, the other smaller Family Heads remained silent and said nothing.

The matter of killing Barry Wolfe was not of great concern to them, and now, being asked to pay a hefty price to hire Duncan Kong made them even less willing.

Simon Cooper furrowed his brows and spoke, “Daley, let’s forget about Duncan Kong. It’s really too expensive to hire him; we’re afraid we’d all have to bleed heavily.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone echoed, “I think hiring Thomas Lampe is enough, there’s no need to hire Duncan Kong too.”

“Yes, Duncan Kong hasn’t made a move for many years. Even if I gave up all my family’s wealth, I doubt I could afford him.”

If it were anyone else objecting, Daley Rogers would have suppressed them with thunderous measures, but since Simon Cooper was the first to object, he had to consider the consequences.

As the voices of opposition grew louder, his expression became uglier, and he said through gritted teeth:

“Fine, there’s no need for you all to worry about hiring Duncan Walker; I’ll go ask him personally.”

Everyone present was stunned when they heard this.

Ask personally?

What does that mean?

Could it be that Daley Rogers is willing to pay out of his pocket to hire Duncan Kong?

Simon Cooper was also startled. He never intended to spend that money, but now Rogers appeared willing to pay himself just to get Duncan Kong to make a move.

Given Duncan Kong’s appetite, he was likely to ask for half of the Milton Family’s shares.

If they indeed managed to kill Barry Wolfe, those losses could naturally be recouped from the Green and Wolfe families.

But if they failed to kill Wolfe, the Milton Family would not only have to pay half of their estate but also face Wolfe’s endless pursuit and revenge.

In Cooper’s view, Rogers was simply gambling with his life!

He couldn’t help but speak out, “Daley, isn’t this… a bit too risky?”

Trent Preston also advised, “Daley, why bother with this? What if you can’t kill Barry Wolfe…”

Daley Rogers waved his hand, indicating there was no need for further talk, and declared, “It’s decided then. You all should think about who else could be invited.”

Indeed, he was gambling, betting that Barry Wolfe would undoubtedly die, and after Wolfe’s death, he could make up the losses from the Green and Wolfe families.

He bet that after this matter, the Stuart Family would recognize his value and be willing to help him find the Elixir needed to advance to Grandmaster.

If he could become a Grandmaster sooner, the Milton Family would become the local tyrant of the Qin Province.

By that time, he would take back the interests he had put out, tenfold or even a hundredfold!

Since Rogers said he would bear the costs himself, the others had nothing more to say.

Following this, they recommended several people, all of whom were Dark Strength experts on par with Alexander Lewis.

Troy Milton’s frosty face finally showed a few signs of a smile.

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Two Grandmasters, plus a master of hidden weapons, along with several Dark Strength experts—let’s see how you die!

Though Grandmasters seem invincible, they’re not unkillable!

In the Seven Provinces of Northwest, there were Grandmasters that were beaten to death.

That battle only involved one Grandmaster and a few experts in the later stage of Dark Strength.

Now that I have two Grandmasters and five or six Dark Strength experts, if Barry Wolfe survives this, then I must be seeing ghosts.

Not only that, but I also plan to mobilize some mercenaries as backup. If Barry Wolfe doesn’t die at the hands of the two Grandmasters, he’ll die from a gunshot.

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Unaware that he had been targeted, Greg Jensen stayed at the Wolfe family villa for a few days, relieved Chelsea Wolfe who was exhausted, reverted to his original appearance, and returned to the Simmons family villa.

“Mr. Jensen, you’re back.”

Amelia Simmons beamed with joy like a child, rushed forward two steps, and then leaped onto Greg Jensen.

Feeling the vitality of her youthful body, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but feel intense warmth inside.

As he entered the villa and saw Patricia Stuart sitting on the sofa, the flame inside him burned even hotter.

Being at home, Patricia only wore a lace camisole that covered her thighs.

The sight of her delicate collarbone and that flash of white made Greg Jensen’s mouth go dry.

“Would you like some fruit? I’ll wash some for you.”

“Sure.”

Amelia Simmons said with a smile, bouncing into the kitchen.

Greg Jensen then sat opposite Patricia Stuart, his gaze sweeping over her.

Patricia had been staying at the villa with Amelia, waiting for Greg Jensen to return so she could take the chance to grow closer to him.

Seeing Greg Jensen, a seductive hint of spring flashed in her eyes, and she subconsciously leaned forward, revealing more white and an alluring depth.

“You’ve been away for so long, Amelia nearly fell ill from missing you.”

Greg Jensen raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “Fell ill from missing me? Is that contagious?”

Patricia stuck out her fresh red tongue, licked her lips, and said, “I don’t know if it’s contagious, but it sure feels uncomfortable.”

Greg Jensen laughed and said, “It seems Miss Stuart has quite the experience with this illness.”

Patricia Stuart pushed out her chest and feigned annoyance, “Hmph, it’s none of your business, and you can’t cure my illness anyway.”

Right then, Amelia Simmons came out with a plate of fruit and asked, “What are you two talking so merrily about?”

Looking at Patricia Stuart, Greg Jensen said with a teasing smile, “Nothing much, we were just discussing Miss Stuart’s condition.”

“Oh no, cousin, are you sick?”

Amelia Simmons was startled and quickly ran over, touched Patricia Stuart’s forehead, and said:

“That’s strange, you don’t have a fever. What doesn’t feel well?”

Although Patricia Stuart made several bold advances because of Greg Jensen’s identity, she had never been with a man, and her face instantly blushed.

She shook her head, “It’s nothing serious, just a bit of discomfort around my heart.”

Amelia Simmons said earnestly, “Cousin, if you’re sick, you must tell the truth and not shy away from doctors.

Luckily, Mr. Jensen is back. Let him take a good look at you. You see, Mr. Jensen’s medical skills are amazing—a miracle worker, he even cured my grandfather’s leg.”

“Mhm.”

As Patricia felt Amelia Simmons’ concern, her face grew even more flushed, and lifting her head, she saw Greg Jensen looking at her with an amused and flirtatious gaze.

That gaze, laced with teasing and enticement, inexplicably warmed her body.

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