Chapter 411: Chapter 411 Strength is Everything_1
To ordinary people, the Martial Way tournant is just an entertainnt 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 beca an issue that these Martial Way families needed to face.
At first, it was just because so people were dissatisfied with the distribution outco, and they intended to solve it through force.
As ti went on, they gradually ford the thod 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 tournant.
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 conglorates, then concealing his identity would be aningless.
“Forget it, let’s just use the identity of the charming Magician. When the ti cos, I’ll push the Wolfe family to the front to stand in the lilight.
As for how to transfer benefits to the two conglorates, 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 ans of making money, and the quicker the speed.
He inford Alia 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, ghan 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 stamred, unable to speak.
Seeing her silence, ghan suddenly bent down, got in her face, and glared, “I’m talking to you. Did you hear ?”
Chelsea trembled, “I… I heard.”
ghan’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 , understand?”
“Understood.”
“Hmm, good.”
ghan nodded her head and took another look at the living room environnt, her smile showing a trace of pride. She then turned and walked towards the exit.
At that mont, a man walked in from outside.
ghan, 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 ghan flying with the impact.
“Are you fucking blind…”
ghan 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 ti 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 thods 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 ant endless trouble.
Even the Family Head Glen Wolfe dared not provoke Barry Wolfe, what was ghan Wolfe considered?
At that mont, she had been so scared that her face turned pale, and her speech began to stutter.
“Mr. Wolfe, you… you’re back, I thought…”
ghan Wolfe squeezed out a smile uglier than crying.
Greg Jensen looked at her calmly and asked, “Thought what? Thought I wouldn’t co back? So that you could bully Chelsea Wolfe at will, is that it?”
ghan Wolfe’s face changed drastically, and cold sweat imdiately broke out as she hurriedly said, “No, I didn’t bully her, ask her if you don’t believe …”
“Is that so?” Greg Jensen looked at Chelsea Wolfe.
Chelsea Wolfe glanced at ghan Wolfe with a hint of panic.
Seeing this, ghan 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.”
ghan 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 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.
ghan 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 ? How many lives do you have?”
The icy voice sounded as if it ca from the depths of hell, scaring ghan Wolfe so much that she imdiately 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 ghan Wolfe and said, “Do you think it should just be forgotten like that?”
“I…”
ghan Wolfe looked perplexed, unsure of what Greg Jensen really ant.
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 imdiately 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 ?”
Chelsea Wolfe instinctively looked up, t 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 an you missed or you didn’t?”
“Missed… missed you.”
Looking at Chelsea Wolfe’s shy deanor, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but laugh out loud and took out his phone to make a call to Glen Wolfe.
“Co to the villa, I need to see you.”
Greg Jensen said casually and then hung up the phone straight away.
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