The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 228

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Greg said, “I thought about it last night, and you all are too physically weak. Starting today, whenever I have time, I’ll call you all to train together.”

“Ah…”

Sounds of wails from Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley echoed in the gym.

Brandon Brent and Big Liu also showed troubled expressions, but they said nothing.

Because they clearly knew that the skills Greg was teaching were extraordinary.

Learning even a single move or half a technique from him could significantly enhance their physical fitness, even if it didn’t improve their fighting ability by much.

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Under Greg’s “encouragement,” the four of them stood in a row behind him and began to learn one movement after another.

What Greg taught them was a set of Internal Martial Arts, similar to Tai Chi but with many differences.

In particular, the complementary breathing method was a derivative of the Guidance Technique he designed.

Although they couldn’t refine Qi and cultivate like he did, they could still draw in nature’s spiritual energy and slightly improve their physical condition.

The changes during this process might be small, but the effect for ordinary people was quite formidable.

According to Greg’s estimates, if they persisted for a year, it wouldn’t be true to say they’d be immune to all diseases, but at the very least, common colds and coughs definitely wouldn’t afflict them.

After practicing twice, Greg glanced at the time and suddenly frowned, “It’s past ten o’clock, why hasn’t Manager Yu arrived yet?”

“Could something have delayed him? I’ll give him a call and ask.”

Spencer Burley took his phone and dialed the number Manager Yu had left the day before.

But right after dialing, he was stunned.

“Bro Greg, his phone is switched off,” he said.

“Switched off?”

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Greg had a bad feeling and said pensively, “You guys have connections at the land management bureau, right?”

“Yes, but not directly overseeing this matter.”

“No matter, take the documents, let’s go there first and see, if we can get the paperwork done, let’s get it done.”

“Okay.”

The group took a quick shower, changed their clothes, and headed straight for the land management office.

The four sat waiting on the side, while Adrian Wright, with the documents in hand, entered the office to find a familiar uncle.

It didn’t take long for him to come out with the documents.

Seeing his unpleasant expression, Greg’s heart skipped a beat, and he asked with a frown, “Is there a problem with the documents?”

Adrian Wright nodded silently, then said, “The documents are fake, and even the ID card is counterfeit.”

“What did you say?”

Spencer Burley was shocked and asked in a daze, “Do you mean we’ve been deceived?”

“Yeah,” Adrian Wright said helplessly.

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Spencer Burley’s face turned dark with anger as he said, “Damn it, we gave them face, and they dare scam us to our faces.”

Brandon Brent interjected, “Leave this to me, I’ll definitely find the person behind this!”

The faces of all four men were grave, filled with anger, especially Spencer Burley and Adrian Wright.

Their families were among the elite in Jamae City, and now they had been targeted by a swindler; how could they tolerate this?

Compared to them, Greg was much more composed. Almost instantly, he unraveled the threads of the affair.

“Heh, I had noticed that there was something off about Alfredo Harrison. I didn’t expect trouble to arise now!” he chuckled.

Spencer Burley’s face darkened as he angrily said, “Bro Greg, are you implying that Alfredo Harrison was in on it too?”

Greg shook his head and said with a meaningful tone, “I can’t guarantee if he was involved, but he definitely knows some inside information!”

“Damn it, I’m going to find him right now!”

Spencer Burley might usually be all smiles, but having been scammed, he immediately showed the fearlessness typical of a ruthless person.

Greg laughed and said, “There’s no need for you guys to go, just make a call. It’s likely the person has already run off by now.”

Adrian Wright said, “Impossible, his Greenery Real Estate is still here, how could he possibly run away?”

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“Once he dodges this storm, Greenery Real Estate will still be his, the impact is not significant. He has definitely run already, maybe you can’t even get through to him on the phone.”

Seeing Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley still not believing, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but laugh and say, “If you don’t believe it, try calling him.”

“I’ll call!”

As Spencer Burley spoke, he called Alfredo Harrison.

However, the next second, his face turned uglier again.

Because Alfredo Harrison’s cell phone was indeed turned off!

This stunned both second-generations completely, even leaving them somewhat at a loss.

They had done some business too, but with their family reputation to back them, they had almost always been smooth-sailing, never encountering such a situation before.

“Big Bro Jensen, what do we do now?”

“Yeah…”

After thinking for a moment, Greg Jensen said, “Adrian, go and ask your uncle who currently has control over this plot of land.”

“Okay.”

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Adrian Wright went back into the office once more, this time emerging even faster, his expression even uglier.

Seeing his expression, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but laugh and said, “Don’t say anything yet, let me guess.

I guess this plot of land is currently in the hands of Jay Brent!”

Upon hearing this, Adrian Wright was instantly stunned, exclaiming in shock, “Damn it, how did you know? Were you with me when I went in earlier?”

“No, I guessed.”

A cold smile appeared on Greg Jensen’s face as he said, “I was thinking earlier, and there aren’t many people who could pull off something like this.

Cindy Harrison doesn’t have the capabilities, Ethan Locke hasn’t started going after me yet, and the only person with both the capability and the motive is none other than Jay Brent.”

“So shall we go find Jay Brent now?”

“You think even if we find him, he would admit to it?”

Greg Jensen said indifferently, “We can’t rush this, you guys go back first and wait for news; I’ll think of a solution.”

“Well… okay.”

The four of them returned to the clubhouse together.

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Greg Jensen, on the other hand, drove towards the Carter Family’s place.

Since Jay Brent started his business openly on the streets, he definitely knows Wallace Carter, and whether they were competitors or friends, they certainly understood each other very well.

Therefore, making inquiries with Wallace Carter was the right choice for this matter.

On the way there, Greg Jensen had already called Wallace Carter, and by the time he arrived at the villa, Wallace Carter had been standing at the entrance waiting for quite a while.

His face, showing signs of weathering, was red from the cold. Seeing Greg Jensen arrive, he quickly squeezed out a hearty smile and greeted him.

“Mr. Jensen, welcome.”

“Cut the formalities, it’s freezing. Let’s go inside and talk,” Greg Jensen said.

“Of course, please…”

Wallace Carter led Greg Jensen into the living room, invited him to sit on the sofa, and personally brewed a pot of tea, pouring Jensen a cup.

Greg Jensen calmly took a sip from his teacup, finding the first taste slightly bitter, but as it reached the back of his tongue, it turned into a subtle sweetness.

He couldn’t help but praise, “Excellent tea.”

Wallace Carter hurriedly laughed and said, “Haha, Mr. Jensen, if you like it, I’ll bring you some later.”

Greg Jensen shifted to a more comfortable position and said lightly, “Forget the tea, I’m mainly here to ask you about someone.”

“Who would you like to inquire about?”

“Jay Brent.”

Wallace Carter’s face changed slightly, and he hesitated, “Mr. Jensen, may I ask, what’s happened between you two?”