The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 425: Chapter 425: Yin Sha Qi_1

Alberto Simon learned that the helicopter had arrived and immediately became excited, his crimson eyes glaring at Greg Jensen as he said malevolently,

“My uncle has sent people, you’re as good as dead. I’m going to chop off all your limbs!”

Greg Jensen acted as if he hadn’t heard, continuing to drink his tea as if nothing had happened.

“Still pretending, huh.”

“Let him pretend, we’ll see how long he can keep it up.”

Everyone glanced subconsciously towards Greg Jensen, their eyes filled with mockery and jest, curious to see his reaction.

To their disappointment, Greg Jensen remained serene, showing not a hint of fear, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Soon, the helicopter descended onto the upper helipad of the restaurant.

Moments later, a platoon of fully armed soldiers walked in.

The captain scanned the crowd and asked, “Is Mr. Simon here?”

Alberto Simon shouted with excitement, “I’m here!”

The captain quickly led his men over and, seeing Alberto Simon’s miserable condition, his expression darkened as he asked, “Who did this to you?”

“It was me!”

Greg Jensen stood up on his own initiative and walked over to Alberto Simon.

Alberto Simon stared at Greg Jensen as if he were mad and said, “Yes, it’s him, kill him now!”

The captain frowned slightly and ordered, “Take Mr. Simon to the hospital, and bring this man back with us.”

Alberto Simon, coming to his senses, sneered coldly, “Yes, yes, take him back. I want to torture him properly. Don’t let him die before I come back!”

A few soldiers carried Alberto Simon out, while several others approached Greg Jensen, intending to tie him up.

Greg Jensen looked at the captain and said indifferently, “I advise you not to tie me up. If I start to feel uncomfortable, I might decide not to go with you.

As for the consequences, I think you can guess.”

The captain hesitated for a moment before waving his hand at his subordinates.

Two soldiers immediately stepped aside, and the ropes in their hands were put away.

Greg Jensen strode out.

“Hahaha, Barry Wolfe is done for now.”

“Once he’s in the military camp, what good can come of it for him?”

“Just wait for the news tomorrow. I bet he won’t last the night.”

“You’re thinking too much, he’s a Grandmaster after all. I think he can endure a night of torture.”

…

Two helicopters took off almost simultaneously.

Before leaving, Alberto Simon kept laughing at Greg Jensen, his smile filled with viciousness.

Greg Jensen paid him no mind, focusing intently on the scenery below.

The helicopter flew at a low altitude, and from the open cabin door, people and buildings below could be seen turning into the size of ants.

A few soldiers subtly surrounded Greg Jensen in the middle, watching him with vigilant faces, showing no signs of slackness.

Greg Jensen didn’t care and after looking at the scenery for a while, he leaned back in his chair and rested with his eyes closed.

Before long, the helicopter was over The West River Valley.

Greg Jensen, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, accompanied by a faint tingling sensation.

He looked down and saw neatly arranged military barracks below.

Over the barracks, however, there hovered an almost imperceptible layer of dark energy. Had he not reached the seventh level of Qi Refinement and birthed Divine Sense, even he would have struggled to detect this dark energy.

“Such dense energy of malevolence?”

Greg Jensen was somewhat puzzled as he stared intently at the scene below for quite some time, until the plane was about to land when he noticed the cave “protected” by the military camp.

The surging yin evil qi was emanating from this very cave.

“This camp doesn’t look simple. But there’s nothing wrong with the feng shui here, so how could there be such a strong presence of yin evil qi?”

Unable to figure it out, Greg’s contemplation was interrupted as the plane landed smoothly at the terminal.

“Get off, and don’t you try any tricks, or my gun won’t show mercy!”

The team captain looked at Greg with a vigilant gaze as the soldiers beside him also raised their guns, ready to prevent Greg from making a desperate move.

Greg was indifferent to their attitude, looking around with an air of curiosity like a regular tourist.

This behavior, on the contrary, confused the captain and his men, causing their guard to drop significantly.

What they didn’t know was that Greg, though looking curious, was actually observing the camp’s layout and defenses.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Really, he didn’t have to come to the camp at all; back at the restaurant, if he had wished to leave, nobody could have stopped him.

The reason he willingly came was mainly not to lose the advantageous situation he had.

Moreover, he believed that even within the military camp, with his skills, his life would not be at risk.

As Greg followed the captain toward the largest tent, he observed the guard configurations around them, soon noticing something peculiar.

The camp seemed to be tightly guarded, but this “tightness” was not aimed externally.

In simple terms, it was tight on the outside, loose on the inside; the external defenses could only be considered average, but a significant number of forces were concentrated inside, especially around the cave.

It appeared less to guard against external enemies than to prevent something from escaping the cave.

What could be inside the cave?

Greg paused mid-step and looked up, observing layers of yin evil qi, invisible to the naked eye, swirling with the breeze over the camp.

Could it be related to the yin evil qi?

Seeing him halt, the soldiers behind increased their vigilance, shouting, “Move it!”

Greg slowly turned his head, his icy gaze sharp as a sword, causing the soldiers to involuntarily step back.

The captain spoke coldly, “Mr. Wolfe, it’s best you don’t make this difficult for us, or I can’t guarantee my gun won’t misfire.”

Greg chuckled, shook his head, and continued to follow the captain forward.

Soon, the group reached the largest tent.

The commanding officer, Lukas Simon, was in his forties, slender with a chiseled face and narrow eyes gleaming with a cold light.

His complexion, sallow with a greenish tinge, caught Greg’s attention.

Afflicted with yin evil qi?

Greg was momentarily stunned. The sky above the camp indeed contained much yin evil qi, but with so many robust and vigorous soldiers in the camp, they should naturally counteract it, certainly not leading to the situation at hand.

Unless Lukas Simon had been in close proximity to the source of the yin evil qi.

The captain stepped forward, saluted, and reported, “Reporting to the commanding officer, the person has been brought here.”

Lukas Simon looked up, his gaze briefly flashing a sharp chill as he asked coldly, “Are you Barry Wolfe?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

Greg responded, neither servile nor overbearing.

“You’ve got some nerve causing trouble in Qin Province!”

Lukas Simon’s tone was icy, making no effort to hide his anger, but considering that Barry Wolfe was a Grandmaster, killing him outright would surely upset many, so he tread carefully.

Greg calmly stated, “I’m not sure what you mean by ‘trouble.’ I was merely following the rules of Jianghu.”

“Rules of Jianghu? Let me tell you, those rules don’t apply here!”

Lukas Simon put his feet on the table and said, “So tell me, how should I deal with you? How about I just kill you right now?”