Chapter 460: Chapter 458: 458 Funeral Must Have Sacrificial Offerings_1

Boom!

An ear-splitting explosion erupted from the direction of the garage, so powerful that even the house trembled.

Greg Jensen was initially stunned, but then his face turned ashen, and he dashed out after dropping his herbs.

By the time he reached the garage, he saw the ceiling had been blown open, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom shattered into pieces.

Pieces of human tissue and flesh were scattered everywhere.

Trey Holmes lay against the wall of the garage, fresh blood spilling from his mouth, with his eyes tightly shut, alive or dead unknown.

Greg rushed over and flicked a Small Cloud Rain Skill, gradually extinguishing the flames on the car.

He then hurried to Trey, took his pulse, and found that he had suffered severe internal injuries, but there was still a chance to save him.

He let out a sigh of relief, carried Trey back to the villa, located the Little Reviving Pills he had previously made, and fed one to her.

Then, with silver needles, he sealed the bleeding points in the internal organs, while calling for an ambulance, he channeled True Qi into Trey’s body, intending to use his True Qi to guide the medicinal power of the Little Reviving Pill to take effect more quickly.

The next second, Greg’s eyes suddenly widened.

Because he found that inside Trey’s body, there was a stream of True Qi autonomously circulating, which had already started to guide the medicinal power, repairing the damaged parts within her body.

“This lass is actually a martial artist, and judging by the strength of her True Qi, not a weak one at that!”

Greg was extremely shocked, and felt a bit uncomfortable, but then he let it go, thinking to himself.

Who doesn’t have their secrets?

Without overthinking, since Trey could dissolve the medicinal power on her own, he decided not to interfere and instead picked up the silver needles, assisting her True Qi with the Moxibustion Technique.

In her condition, it was still better to send her to the hospital, even though the needles and Little Reviving Pill could cure her, she would need a long time to recuperate.

Plus, a hospital would have more comprehensive equipment, and the examinations would be more thorough, with professional medical staff on hand.

After a while, the sound of an ambulance could be heard in the distance, and Glen Wolfe also arrived at this moment.

Greg stood silently by the car, watching the medical staff load Trey onto the ambulance.

Watching the ambulance drive away, without turning his head, he commanded, “Arrange for two women to take care of Leah Morris at the hospital.”

“Okay, boss.”

Sweating profusely, Glen Wolfe was extremely anxious, hastily took out his phone and sent out several messages.

After sending the messages, he looked up and asked, “Boss, should we call the police?”

Greg slowly turned around, his face calm, and said, “No need, since they’ve decided to break the rules, I need not be polite anymore.”

With that, he walked straight toward the garage.

Glen Wolfe followed closely behind him.

Seeing the state of the garage, he almost vomited on the spot.

Greg stood by the wreckage for a while, looking at the scattered remains where Chelsea Wolfe’s smiling face seemed to appear before him.

His fists clenched and then relaxed, then clenched again, but his heart was as still as an ancient well.

It turns out that at moments of greatest anger and sadness, one becomes eerily calm because there’s no room left for shouting or crying apart from the rage and grief.

It’s just a little pain in the chest.

Glen Wolfe stood by, watching Greg’s calm face, and gently shook his head, sighing silently in his heart.@@novelbin@@

Self-styled as a charming Magician, but if truly such a womanizer at heart, how could he care so much for a woman he only spent a few months with?

The two stood in the warehouse for a long time until a hoarse voice suddenly spoke, “Find someone to clean up her body, try to piece it together.”

“To find a feng shui treasure spot to bury her?” Glen asked.

Greg was silent for a moment, then said indifferently, “Wait for me to return.”

“Hmm?” Glen was puzzled.

Greg turned abruptly, glanced at him, and walked away, his hoarse voice trailing behind, “If it’s a funeral, how can there be no offerings?”

“Wait for me to return, wait for me to bring the offerings back!”

Watching his figure recede, Glen suddenly had a premonition of an impending storm.

“Damn, the boss couldn’t be thinking of causing trouble with those three families, could he?”

Realizing what was happening, Glen hurriedly chased after him, but just as he reached the doorstep, he saw Greg driving away in his own car.

“Now there’s going to be big trouble!”

…

Sitting in Glen Wolfe’s car, Greg Jensen gradually regained his composure, and the long-suppressed raging fury exploded at that moment.

“Damn it, you all deserve to die!”

“Since you’ve broken the rules, I’ll break them with you!”

Greg Jensen gritted his teeth in hatred, saying viciously, “For killing my woman, I want your entire family to join her in death!”

An unprecedented fury filled Greg Jensen’s heart.

Chelsea Wolfe was a gentle and kind girl; even when wronged, she couldn’t bear to see others suffer.

How could he, how dare anyone, kill such a kind-hearted girl?!

Greg Jensen was thoroughly enraged, his boiling blood rushing to his head, his eyes completely red, wishing he could tear those three families apart with his bare hands.

Just then, he suddenly felt a twinge in his heart and instinctively slammed on the brakes.

The car came to an abrupt halt.

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot rang out!

The next second, a bullet whizzed past the front of the car, embedding itself in a nearby tree, creating a hole the size of a thumb.

A sniper?

Greg Jensen broke out in a cold sweat. Though now impervious to blades and bullets, his head was not that tough—at a headshot, he’d certainly be dead!

Without a second thought, he quickly ducked down, opened the car door, and got out on the other side.

Immediately, he used the Wind Control Skill, using the trees to conceal himself as he charged toward the source of the gunfire.

However, when he covered the several hundred meters to the sniper’s position, all he found was the sniper rifle, with the sniper nowhere in sight.

“Left the gun behind?”

Greg Jensen listened intently and soon heard a rustling sound coming from the front left.

Based on the sound, the sniper was not far from him, only several dozen meters away.

He let out a cold snort and continued to pursue with the Wind Control Skill.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He had not gone far when gunshots sounded again!

Accompanied by the fierce firing of an automatic rifle, bullets poured out like a storm, weaving a dense web of firepower.

Greg Jensen’s body jolted, with several bursts of blood spraying from him.

He didn’t stop; with a stomp, he disappeared in a flash.

…

Troy Milton and the others stood on a nearby hill, using binoculars to clearly see every detail.

Seeing Greg Jensen hit, a smile appeared on Troy Milton’s face.

“What good is a Grandmaster? Caught in a trap, he’s still going to die!”

Trent Preston laughed loudly, “Troy is indeed impressive!”

Simon Cooper, however, frowned and remained silent. He had a feeling that things weren’t that simple.

Duncan Kong sneered, “To kill such an idiot, you actually called so many people?”

“Magician Zhao is right, this kid is too foolish. Knowing there’s a gunman and still chasing, isn’t that asking for death?”

“The brave are skilled at their art.”

“I think he’s just too arrogant.”

“Young people, and a young Grandmaster at that, arrogance is quite normal, but it’s a pity.”

“I saw him get shot several times, how is he still jumping around?”

“Perhaps he’s using True Qi to delay the injuries?”

“Now his best choice is to use True Qi to prolong his injuries, then hurry up and leave here to get those bullets removed at a hospital.”

“Hehe, you think he can leave?”

Troy Milton sneered confidently.

But at that moment, screams began to erupt from the woods.