The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 608 - Marketplace_1

Chapter 608: Chapter 608 Marketplace_1

The eighteen cities of Jiangnan, Su-Hang.

Since the Duncan Family had fallen apart, the Seven Provinces of Northwest had started to aggressively advance into Su-Hang.

In just half a month’s time, they had not only recaptured the entire oil field but also seized control over half of Su-Hang’s assets.

The various families of Jiangnan were anxious and helpless.

In a certain club in Su-Hang, Mike Hayes, with his leg in a cast, was wheeled in.

“Old Mike, how’s your injury?”

“You know, if the Grandmaster ignores you, you could’ve just come back. Why cause such a fuss?”

Upon hearing this, Mike Hayes exploded in anger, “Do you think I did this for myself?”

The person immediately fell silent.

Another quickly stepped in to mediate, “Old Mike, he’s just a blabbermouth, you know that. Don’t take it to heart.”

“Hey, when is Old Les arriving?”

“Supposed to be anytime now.”

Mike Hayes frowned and said, “I don’t even know if Old Les got his task done.”

“He said he’d talk about it when back, so it should…”

The person didn’t finish speaking, and no one else picked up the thread.

Everyone understood that Lesley Davis’s task must have failed; otherwise, with his personality, he would have likely already shared the good news with them.

Just then, Lesley Davis entered from the outside, his face showing his age and marked with patches of black and blue.

“Old Les, what happened to you?”

“Weren’t you at Healington? How did you end up like this?”

Seeing his condition, everyone was shocked.

“Forget it, I’m lucky to be alive,” Lesley Davis sighed and recounted his ordeal.

He conveniently omitted the part where he knelt and begged Greg Jensen for mercy, only mentioning how he took the chance to run and finally hid in a small cave to escape disaster.

“Old Les, you really went through a lot this time.”

“Yeah, almost at the cost of your life.”

Initially, it was Lesley Davis who volunteered to go to Healington; anyone else might not have even found where Healington was.

Lesley Davis had at least accomplished his mission; the fact that Barry Wolfe wasn’t killed wasn’t his fault.

Seeing his state, no one blamed him; on the contrary, they all offered words of comfort. Compared to Mike Hayes, Lesley Davis was treated much differently.

Mike Hayes’s face darkened, but he said nothing.

With both preparations failing, everyone began to feel bewildered.

Lesley Davis tentatively asked, “What if… we talk to Barry Wolfe?”

“Talk about what?” Mike Hayes asked.

With a bitter smile, Lesley Davis said, “How else can we talk? Show goodwill, right? If we can’t beat him, we have to admit defeat, don’t we?”

Mike Hayes sneered, “You make it sound so easy. Even if we just admit defeat, do you think he’d be satisfied? If he isn’t, what do we use to satisfy his appetite?”

“Old Mike’s right; at this point, we absolutely cannot surrender.”

“If we surrender now, wouldn’t the Duncan family have died in vain?”

Mike Hayes looked meaningfully at Lesley Davis and said, “Old Les, you couldn’t possibly have taken a bribe from Barry Wolfe, could you?”

Lesley Davis’s heart skipped a beat, and he stood up abruptly, outraged, “Old Mike, how can you say such a thing?

For the interest of everyone, I nearly died in Danu. And you accuse me of taking a bribe from Barry Wolfe?”

“Old Les, calm down; Old Mike doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“Yeah, we’ve all been good friends for many years. Don’t get worked up; let’s talk it out.”

After much persuasion, Lesley Davis reluctantly sat back down.

Mike Hayes, his face flushed from the scolding, calmed down under the comfort of everyone else, but said nothing.

“The best course of action for now, I’m afraid, is to wait for the Grandmaster to finish his retreat.”

“How much longer?”

Everyone turned to look at Mike Hayes.

Mike Hayes hesitated before saying, “About two more months.”

Lesley Davis sighed, “Let’s just hold off on the Northwest for now, there’s no other choice.”

The atmosphere in the room turned somewhat oppressive.

None of them had ever imagined that one day they would be so thoroughly outmaneuvered by a single person.

At the same time, they couldn’t help feeling some regret.

If only they hadn’t gotten on Barry Wolfe’s bad side from the start, they wouldn’t be in such a passive position now.

Now that the Duncan Family has been wiped out and the Northwest Alliance has snatched a large chunk of assets, showing weakness at this time would mean suffering a great loss.

“No choice but to wait patiently, hoping the Grandmaster comes out of retreat soon.”

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“Yes, we hope the Grandmaster will take care of that kid soon and return peace to our Danu.”

…

Danu, Flora Valley.

This place is part of the vast Ten Thousand Mountains, with Yangfu County about one hundred and fifty li to the northeast. Continuing southwest leads to the heartland of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Greg Jensen and company parked their car about a hundred li from Flora Valley in a village and then proceeded on foot into the mountains, walking over a hundred li before arriving at the entrance of Flora Valley.

The entrance to Flora Valley was only about thirty meters wide, roughly the width of a rural farmhouse, and seemed narrow and cramped compared to the continuous mountain ranges.

Two men stood at the entrance of the valley, dressed in outdoor mountain climbing gear, with bulging waists that obviously carried weapons, though what kind they bore was unknown.

Greg Jensen followed Mr. Huang into the valley, and the two men immediately blocked their way.

One of them said sternly, “Private territory, no entry allowed.”

Mr. Huang took out a wooden token and waved it in front of the man, saying, “Just bringing a new friend over.”

“Honored guest, please come in.”

A trace of respect surfaced on the faces of the two men as they stepped aside to let them pass.

As Mr. Huang lead Greg Jensen deeper into the valley, he whispered, “You need an introduction from someone familiar to get in here. After you complete a few trades in the market square, you can get a token like this.”

“Mhm.”

Greg Jensen nodded, silently following him into the valley.

Flora Valley wasn’t very large, about the size of a soccer field, and the end of it could be seen at a glance.

There was a four-story building in the valley, with a small plaza in front of it.

There were a few tables on the plaza, but they were all empty, with nothing on them.

Mr. Huang quietly explained, “There used to be a few people setting up stalls here in the past years, but hardly any now, though the tables were left behind.”

Greg Jensen nodded, understanding that there were not many Cultivators, at least not many who traded at the Yama Hall.

The two entered the four-story building and quickly arrived in a large conference room.

There were five or six people sitting inside the conference room with Elixirs and books among other things, whispering about something.

When Greg Jensen and his companion entered, the room fell silent, and people glanced at them before resuming their conversation.

At the head of the conference table sat a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Being deep in the mountains and inaccessible by car, anyone arriving at Flora Valley could only do so on foot. Therefore, most of the people present were dressed in athletic attire.

The man in the suit, coupled with gold-rimmed glasses, donned the attire of a white-collar worker, which made him stand out among the rest.

Mr. Huang greeted with a smile, “Hall Master Gong, we meet again.”

The man in the suit, Hall Master Gong, replied with a smile, “Old Huang, long time no see. What are you planning to buy today?”