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“Brother Greg…”

“Mr. Jensen, I can handle this!”

Adrian Wright, Spencer Burley, and Theo Carter, none of them wanted to leave Greg Jensen alone to hide.

Greg Jensen frowned and said, “If I tell you to go, then go quickly, stop getting in the way.”

Spencer Burley and Theo Carter were still hesitant, but Adrian Wright was the first to react, pulling the two aside.

“This kid is quite particular, knows he’s going to be unlucky, lets his friends leave first.”

“Heh, indeed, quite particular. If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have seen the vulgar display from the bride of the Locke family.”

“Haha…”

The guests all had different expressions and spoke quietly among themselves but didn’t take Greg Jensen seriously at all.

Though the Locke family had been humiliated, they were still the local tyrants of Jamae.

A mere young man daring to offend the Locke family, there was no need to think about it, the outcome would definitely be extremely miserable.

Ethan Locke, on stage, curled his lips slightly, feeling much of the frustration in his heart dissipate as he jumped and shouted, “Kill him for me!”

After all, he was just a young man with no background, if he was killed, he was killed. Who told him to disrupt the wedding of the Locke family?

Although the impact of killing someone might not be great, it was merely a minor trouble that could be resolved by spending some money.

By comparison, if the Locke family couldn’t regain their lost face, that would be the real problem!

Therefore, though Jeffrey Locke somewhat displeased, he only frowned slightly and didn’t say anything.

The head bodyguard looked back and saw the old master say nothing, immediately understood, his face revealing a trace of ruthlessness, and he said in a low voice:

“Cripple him first, then talk!”

“Yes, captain.”

Upon hearing this, the bodyguards all revealed ferocious expressions, and like a tsunami’s waves, they pounced towards Greg Jensen.

However, at this moment, Greg Jensen stood immovable like a boulder, composed and calm, slowly assuming a starting posture.

“Eh, is this kid a martial artist?”

“Practicing my ass, even if he’s a martial artist, can he fight over twenty people?”

“Haha, this kid is quite amusing, does he think that just because he poses, he can beat those bodyguards?”

The guests were all talking, thinking Greg Jensen was somewhat ridiculous. Only Mick Simmons in a corner had a serious look on his face.

The starting posture that Greg Jensen had taken, although Mick Simmons had never seen it before, it gave him an impregnable feeling.

Keep in mind, he was already a martial artist who had entered the realm of Dark Strength. To give him a feeling of invincibility, either Greg Jensen’s skills were deeper than his, or this technique was extraordinary.

Interest piqued in him momentarily, but then he shook his head.

So vast is the world, full of wonders.

There were many techniques more mysterious than those of the Simmons family. Chasing after each one, one would probably achieve nothing until death.

A martial artist should have perseverance and should not desire to learn every good technique they see; otherwise, in the end, they will be Jack of all trades and master of none.

Just a young man with a bit of martial arts, not worthy of his attention.

While Mick Simmons was pondering, Greg Jensen, who was standing immovable as a rock, suddenly moved.

Boom!

A movement similar to Immobilization Elbow, directly hit the chest of the head bodyguard.

The head bodyguard felt as if he had been hit by a truck, his body flying out and landing among the crowd, instantly knocking down several bodyguards.

Before he could get up, Greg Jensen made another movement similar to poking the foot, kicking diagonally at the shinbone of another bodyguard.

Crack!

That bodyguard fell to the ground like a tree cut in half, landing with a thud, then he started to cry out miserably, clutching his shin.

And that shin, which had been struck, was bent at an eerie angle, a piece of sharp, pale bone protruding through the flesh, looking terrifying.

Hiss!

Everyone present saw this scene and couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

“Fuck, is he… is he that ruthless?”

“This kid can actually fight like this!”

The guests were frightened and stepped back.

Before the crowd could react, Greg had already charged like a wolf into a flock of sheep, cutting a swath through the bodyguards.

The brawny bodyguards who looked powerful were no match and were simply knocked down once they got close to Greg.

In the blink of an eye, over twenty bodyguards were downed en masse.

Painful cries of agony were incessant!

Mick Simmons’s gaze involuntarily shrank upon witnessing this scene.

Even though he had anticipated it, seeing Greg’s prowess still made him secretly startled.

The Simmons family was in trouble now!

On the other side, Ethan Locke seemed oblivious and, seeing his bodyguards being beaten, couldn’t help but roar out,

“A bunch of trash, I spend so much money on you and you can’t handle one person? What are you staring at, go, kill him!”

The remaining bodyguards, pale-faced and full of dread.

But hearing Ethan’s voice, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge again.

Bang bang bang!

A series of muffled crashes followed, and the remaining few bodyguards, too, were spared no mercy and were all taken down by Greg.

In an instant, a deathly silence befell the venue.

Everyone looked at Greg in disbelief, shock written all over their faces enough to swallow an egg.

“This… is this kid really that formidable?”

“Fuck, is he even human?”

Gulp!

Ethan Locke, watching his bodyguards sprawled on the ground, swallowed with difficulty, while stormy waves churned in his heart.

Thinking back on how he had once turned Greg into an idiot, he suddenly felt that everything in front of him was somewhat unreal.

Was this ferocious young man really that Greg he had turned into an idiot?

How was that possible?

It hadn’t been that long, how could he have become this formidable?

Vivian Shimpson also found it hard to believe that Greg, who had been bullied so badly back then, had become so formidable.

In school, Greg had been a top student with good looks, tall and handsome, and many girls adored him.

Vivian was one of the most proactive, often taking various opportunities to get close to Greg.

But ever since Greg was beaten into an idiot by Ethan Locke over Cindy Harrison, Vivian had completely lost hope.

She felt that Greg was just an ordinary man, not worthy of her admiration.

But just now, she suddenly had the illusion that that towering figure she once immensely admired seemed to have returned.

Her expression was a bit dazed, but she quickly snapped back to reality, glanced at Greg, then at the bodyguards lying on the ground, and her face showed a trace of disdain.

In this world, brains trump brawn, what use is the ability to fight?

No matter how good Greg was at fighting, he was still just a small businessman.

Moreover, in her view, Greg was being very unwise to offend the Simmons family again for the sake of Cindy Harrison.

Wasn’t this seeking death?

Quietly running his small business, he could always lead a prosperous life in the future, why bother offending the Simmons family over a worthless person?

“A dog that can’t change its habit of eating shit!”

Vivian turned her head away disdainfully, too lazy to give him another glance.

Greg, who didn’t have eyes in the back of his head, naturally couldn’t see her expression and wouldn’t care even if he had.

He slowly lifted his head, looking towards Jeffrey Locke on the stage, his mouth slowly curving into a smile as he once again asked that question:

“What if it’s true, what if it’s not?”