The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 390: Chapter 390 Handing Over the Elixir Prescription_1

Theresa Locke voiced her concerns, “We’ve been exposed, and Curtis Milton will definitely bring more people tomorrow. It’s going to be troublesome then.”

“What’s there to be so troublesome about? Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, he won’t be able to stir up any trouble,” someone assured.

Greg Jensen shook his head. Though he had changed his appearance, he couldn’t guarantee it was flawless. Therefore, he preferred to avoid a conflict with Healington unless absolutely necessary.

But if Curtis Milton and his people kept pushing, he wouldn’t mind going on a killing spree to make a name for “The Debonair Magician.”

Theresa Locke was still somewhat worried, but seeing Greg Jensen’s indifferent expression somehow brought her a sense of calm.

She opened her mouth to speak but found herself at a loss for words.

Early the next morning, the exchange event proceeded as usual, with the number of people reaching its peak compared to the previous two days.

The reason was simple. Today was Healington’s exclusive auction, where many Elixirs produced by Healington would be auctioned off.

For martial arts experts, these Elixirs were absolute treasures, and each auction would set off a frenzied bidding war.

This was precisely why every martial arts expert in the Qin province had gathered at the exchange event that day.

Even the renowned martial arts families had sent representatives to partake.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

After having breakfast, Greg Jensen and Theresa Locke arrived at the venue, found a spot, and sat down to wait for the auction to begin.

At nine in the morning, Curtis Milton and Luke Barnett walked into the venue accompanied by Glen Wolfe.

Different from the previous days, they were followed by several men, each walking with the stride of a dragon or the vigor of a tiger—clearly, they were grandmasters at the later stage of Dark Strength.

“Brother Greg, they…”

“No need to panic. We’ll just deal with it when the time comes,” Greg Jensen replied, appearing relaxed, but a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes.

A tree desires stillness but the wind will not cease! All he wanted was to cultivate in peace and eventually soar the skies with his Sword, yet some people, oblivious to their impending doom, flung themselves at him like moths to a flame.

…

The arrival of Curtis Milton and others immediately quieted down the venue.

Standing on the stage, Curtis Milton scanned the crowd, his gaze lingering momentarily on Greg Jensen before pulling away, his face revealing a touch of coldness.

He tapped the microphone and announced firmly, “I am Curtis Milton, a true disciple of Healington.”

The venue fell silent!

Everyone looked at him with respect, including the representatives sent by the Green family.

Curtis Milton cleared his throat and continued, “Here, on behalf of the Wolfe family, the organizers of this exchange event, I welcome you all.”

Clapping broke out below!

Curtis Milton, wearing a smile, watched the audience and waited for the applause to subside before continuing,

“Today is the last day of the exchange event and also the exclusive auction day for Healington.

However, before we start the auction, there’s a matter I need to address.”

As his words fell, he looked coldly towards Greg Jensen.

Whoosh!

The venue went still again, and at that instant, all eyes landed on the face with a gentle smile.

Curtis Milton spoke emotionlessly, “The Debonair Magician, Barry Wolfe, is it not?”

“Indeed, it is I!” Greg Jensen replied with a smile, “What guidance does Master Curtis have for me?”

Curtis Milton said coldly, “I dare not offer guidance. Instead, I would like to know where you got the Blood Qi Elixir in your possession.”

Greg Jensen did not answer but said indifferently, “Where my Elixirs come from seems to have no relation to you.”

“Impudent, how dare you speak to Master Curtis like that?”

“Master Curtis is a true successor of Healington, and you dare not answer his questions?”

A flurry of reprimanding voices rose from the crowd, every face brimming with indignation as if, at Curtis Milton’s word, they would rush forward to teach Greg Jensen a lesson.

Greg, as if he hadn’t heard, continued to look at Curtis with a smile on his face.

Curtis felt disdain in his heart and said expressionlessly, “If the source of your Elixir is legitimate, naturally, there would be no problem, but…”

Seeing that he was still rambling on, Greg grew impatient, waved his hand, and interrupted him:

“Enough with the nonsense. Everyone’s time is limited, just say what you want to say.”

Even at this moment, he’s still f*cking playing dumb!

Curtis scoffed and said, “Since that’s how it is, I’ll get straight to the point! It’s been confirmed by my faction that your Elixir is very similar to a stolen Elixir Prescription from Healington. I suspect that you stole this recipe from us.”

Whoosh!

Instantly, a vacuum formed in the crowd, and Greg was standing right in the center of the cleared space.

The crowd unconsciously took a few steps back from Greg, widening the distance, their faces showing thick fear.

Holy sh*t, to dare steal from Healington?

Does this guy have such big guts?

The people’s minds were hit with waves of shock, yet no one dared to speak out at this time.

To steal from Healington, they dared not get involved in such matters.

The venue fell deathly silent, as if even the air had become stagnant.

Greg, however, was unconcerned, chuckling lightly, his laughter laced with thick scorn:

“Heh, if you want the Elixir Prescription, just say so directly, why create such a fuss.”

Curtis’s face grew cold, and he said sternly, “Cut the crap. Hand over the prescription and come with me to Healington. Confess the process of how you obtained the Elixir truthfully, and I’ll ensure your safety.

Otherwise, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death.”

“I was too lazy to bother with you, but since you’re courting death, what can anyone else do?”

Greg’s voice was lazy and casual, as he casually strolled toward the high stage.

His tall and slender figure, like bamboo, was elegant and upright.

Seeing this, Curtis instinctively stepped back, and the few Dark Strength masters immediately surrounded him, protecting him from behind.

Glen Wolfe also stepped forward at this moment, slanting his gaze toward Greg, his eyes revealing a sliver of ruthlessness.

He did not wish to conflict with someone like Greg, but since he had promised Curtis, he only had to detain Greg now.

Luke Barnett stood on the other side, forming a pincer with Glen, his face malevolently glaring at Greg.

Greg stopped a few meters in front of Curtis and sneered, “Haven’t you heard the saying ‘A Grandmaster should not be insulted, and those who do so must die’?”

“You’re a Grandmaster?”

Curtis looked astonished, then burst into laughter as if he’d heard a ridiculous joke, “How old are you? Not even twenty-five, and you dare to call yourself a Grandmaster?”

Luke Barnett coldly said, “Successor, why bother talking to him, just take him down.”

“Right, take action!”

At Curtis’s command, the few Dark Strength masters rushed over immediately.

Luke Barnett and Glen Wolfe continued to protect Curtis by his side, neither of them moved; Greg was only in his twenties, at most in the later stage of Dark Strength.

So many Dark Strength masters, they didn’t need to lift a finger.

Their main purpose was to be a force of deterrence.

Curtis, as a true successor of Healington, had his real skills not in the Martial Way but in the way of the Elixir; all his Dark Strength was built with Elixirs.

Besides extending one’s life, it didn’t offer much combat power, so Glen and Luke still needed to protect him.