Chapter 628: Chapter 628: Who Opposes_1 Chapter 628: Chapter 628: Who Opposes_1 Louisa Burley was anxious to know the outco and hurriedly comforted her, saying, “Please continue, what exactly happened to Greg?”
“Haha, I have to say, the boss is aweso.”
Trey Hols was full of excitent, forgetting to correct his form of address, as he enthusiastically described how Greg used Thunder Law to break the Living Soul Banner.
Louisa Burley, upon learning that Greg was fine, instantly breathed a sigh of relief, and looking at Trey Hols’s excited deanor, she couldn’t help but feel surprised.
In her understanding, Greg was indeed much more powerful than the average person, but compared to cultivators like Trey Hols and Aaron Gill, he was clearly much less so.
After Trey Hols finished speaking, Louisa Burley tentatively asked, “Do you an… Greg is now very powerful?”
“Yeah, of course, he’s very powerful.”
Trey Hols said with a smile, “Spellcasting, once you reach a certain realm, anyone can do it, but Thunder Law is not easy to cultivate.
Even if people reach the necessary realm, they may not be able to master Thunder Law. Soone like the boss, with such talent, is definitely extraordinary.”
Louisa Burley was stunned for a mont, then said incredulously, “Are you saying Greg is also a cultivator?”
“What else?”
Trey Hols said as if it were obvious, “If he had taken the Martial Way, it wouldn’t be possible for him to be so young and beco a Law Practitioner.”
Louisa Burley didn’t hear a word of what ca after, but her eyes, clear as water, gradually lit up.
Knowing that Greg was a cultivator ignited a flicker of hope in her heart.
Could it be that Greg might actually co looking for her?
Louisa Burley’s heart stirred with excitent, but then she thought that even if Greg was a cultivator and found this place, the outco probably wouldn’t be good.
She didn’t understand who had the higher realm, but she knew which side had more people.
Aaron Gill had a whole bunch of martial brothers and above them were their master and martial uncles, whereas Greg was alone.
Even if he ca looking, how could he possibly deal with so many people?
Louisa Burley sighed, mumbling to herself, “It’s better not to co looking.”
Trey Hols was startled and asked in surprise, “Louisa, what did you just say?”
“Ah, it’s nothing.”
Louisa Burley’s face flickered with a hint of panic, but she tried to remain calm, “I’m a bit tired, I want to sleep for a while.”
“Oh, then you sleep, I’ll go back first.”
“Mhm.”
Louisa Burley saw Trey Hols out and then leaned against the door, taking out a jade pendant from her pocket.
The jade pendant had her na engraved on one side and on the other were complex and mysterious patterns, the very amulet Greg had given her.
As she caressed the jade pendant in her hand, all she could think of was Greg.
“Greg, I only wish for you to be safe, carefree, and live to a ripe old age. As for us… let’s just forget it.”
…
In Mystic City, the Locke family.
“This Barry Wolfe!”
Noah Locke’s complexion was terribly dark, veins bulging on his forehead, and rage filled his eyes, “He still wants eighty percent of our Locke family’s assets, what a huge appetite, isn’t he afraid of bursting himself?”
Theresa’s aunt snorted coldly, “I’ve long said that boy is no good. What do you think we should do?”
Theresa Locke said coldly, “It’s all because of you, insistent on clinging to Walter Locke’s power, disregarding past favor. Otherwise, how would we have co to this?”
Theresa’s aunt retorted angrily, “Theresa Locke, I am your aunt, is that how you talk to your elders?”
“You…”
“Enough!”
The Family Head, with a stern face, was very irritated that Greg wanted eighty percent of the Locke family’s assets as compensation.
Yet, Greg’s terrifying capabilities had left a huge shadow in his heart, and he didn’t dare to oppose him no matter what.
The living room quieted down as the mbers of the Locke family looked at each other and all fell silent.
After a while, the elder Mr. Locke instructed, “Noah, take Theressa and Doris to Qin Province. Try to minimize the losses.
If it really can’t be helped, let Theressa and Doris show their faces and see if they can give up a bit less.”
Noah Locke asked, puzzled, “Taking Theressa is enough, why bring Doris along?”
“If I tell you to take her, you take her. Why all the fuss?”
“Alright then.”
Noah Locke glanced at the elder and suddenly rembered Barry Wolfe’s nickna. He then ca to a realization.
Was the elder planning to use his granddaughters to ensure peace?
The other mbers of the Locke clan had apparently also rembered this, and their expressions turned sowhat unnatural.
Only Doris Locke, blushing like a ripe apple, kept her head down without a clue what she was thinking.
…
Mystic City, the Ning Family.
Samantha Adams looked at her grandfather sitting by the pond and asked, “Grandpa, Barry Wolfe has called us over to discuss business. What are you planning to do?”
The elder Mr. Ning baited the hook and casually cast it into the pond, smiling relaxedly,
“You go there in person this ti. Try to give away as little as you can, but if it really can’t be helped, just agree to his terms.
In any case, we can’t offend Barry Wolfe. Try to satisfy him as much as possible, and if we can exchange it for so goodwill, all the better.”
“What if he makes outrageous demands?” Samantha Adams voiced her concern.
The elder Mr. Ning laughed heartily, saying, “No matter how large the family wealth is, it’s just numbers. As long as the people are safe, how much money can’t be earned back?”
He turned back, adoringly looking at Samantha Adams, and said, “The wealth of the Ning Family is so great that giving away a bit won’t make a difference. Just handle it as you see fit; your grandpa trusts you.”
“This… alright then.”
Samantha Adams nodded, recalling that tall and upright figure, her heartbeat quickening involuntarily.
…
Three days later, the Family Heads of the eighteen cities of Jiangnan set off almost simultaneously for East Peak Manor in Qin Province.
Greg Jensen had notified them five days earlier to discuss business planning at East Peak Manor, and naturally, they dared not disobey.
They understood that this trip was essentially like lambs to the slaughter. Although reluctant, they had no other choice.
With Walter Locke dead, the eighteen cities of Jiangnan were like at on a cutting board, to be carved up at will.
In the afternoon, everyone gathered at East Peak Manor.
They sat anxiously in the eting room, awaiting for half a day, until the sound of footsteps could be heard from outside.
The group instinctively turned their heads to look, only to see Greg Jensen walk in with an indifferent expression.
He slowly took his seat at the head of the conference table, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. Each person looked down subconsciously as his eyes t theirs, not daring to et his gaze.
After a while, he finally began to speak, “I have decided to establish a new conglorate, spanning the Seven Provinces of Northwest and the eighteen cities of Jiangnan.
I will hold sixty percent of the shares, and all of you will collectively hold forty percent.
The Locke family will contribute eighty percent of their assets for shares, the Ning family thirty percent, the Du family forty percent… ”
As soon as the Locke family was ntioned first, with the largest share, Noah Locke’s face imdiately darkened.
His hand under the conference table clenched into a fist, but he dared not voice his objection.
Theressa frowned slightly and patted her father’s thigh, signaling him to stay calm and collected.
The others reacted with various expressions upon hearing Greg Jensen’s words. So showed a dawning realization, as if to say, “So that’s how it is.”
Others were like Noah Locke, their faces extrely troubled.
Greg Jensen, as if oblivious to their expressions, announced the pre-decided proportions to everyone.
After finishing, he fell silent, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the crowd once more before he asked,
“Now that I’ve spoken, who’s in favor, and who’s against?”
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