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At this moment, Greg Jensen, taking advantage of the gradually darkening sky, arrived at Duo Phoenix Town.
However, he did not go directly to find Uncle Hall but chose to rest at a small inn instead.
It was not until deep into the night that he left the inn, heading straight for the north side of the town.
Uncle Hallâs house was a three-story building on the northern edge of Duo Phoenix Town, one of the most luxurious in the entire town.
When Greg Jensen arrived there, the building was shrouded in darkness with only a few corridor lights feebly glowing.
With a mighty leap, he vaulted over the surrounding wall and made his way into the building.
The inside was quiet, so he stood on the first floor and listened for a while. Hearing no noise, he walked up to the second floor.
Ever since he entered the first level of Qi Refinement, Greg Jensenâs senses had become much sharper, and as soon as he reached the second floor, he heard the even breathing sounds coming from the bedroom.
â Sleeping quite early!â
Greg Jensen snorted coldly and pushed the door open to enter the bedroom.
On the big bed in the bedroom, Uncle Hall was sleeping with his arms around a young girl, completely unaware of the strangerâs presence in the room.
Seeing this, Greg Jensen approached the woman, knocked her out with a swift blow, and then dragged Uncle Hall down to the first floor by his neck.
Uncle Hall woke up abruptly, but he could not make a sound with Greg Jensenâs grip on his neck.
Greg Jensenâs hand was like iron pincers, no matter how much Uncle Hall struggled, he could not break free.
Uncle Hallâs face turned red and his neck bulged, his forehead veins wriggling like earthworms, giving him a hideous look.
Bang!
Greg Jensen dragged him to the first floor and casually threw him onto the sofa.
âCough, coughâ¦â
Uncle Hall covered his neck, coughing violently like a drowning man, gasping for air in great gulps.
After a long while, he finally got his breath back, and when he looked up, his face was filled with astonishment.
âGreg Jensen, what⦠what do you want to do?â
âWhat do I want to do? Donât you know?â
Greg Jensen leisurely crossed his legs and looked at Uncle Hall with amusement.
Uncle Hallâs eyes narrowed with incredulous suspicion and then he let out a cold sneer:
âInteresting, the famous simpleton from Peach Blossom Village has suddenly become smart!â
His tone shifted, speaking coldly, âSo, it was you who killed Uncle Eight?â
âThatâs right, it was me. Do you have a problem with that?â Greg Jensen said indifferently.
âDamn it, Iâll kill you!â
Uncle Hall, instantly enraged, lunged over the coffee table at him.
Bang!
Without even moving his body, Greg Jensen lifted a foot and kicked him back, then slowly stood up and walked over to Uncle Hall, looking down on him from above.
Uncle Hall felt as if he had been hit by a train, his chest so tight he could hardly breathe.
Before he had a chance to recover, Greg Jensen suddenly pried open his mouth and flicked a small pill into it.
Then, after slapping his throat, Uncle Hall swallowed the pill instinctively.
âWhat did you give me to eat?â
Uncle Hall paused and then remembered the cause of Uncle Eightâs death, panic instantly set in.
He felt that the pill Greg Jensen gave him must be a kind of poison, the same kind that made Uncle Eightâs death seem like a sudden heart attack.
âUghâ¦â
He gagged, vomiting out his dinner, but he did not even see a trace of the pill.
Greg Jensen sat back on the sofa with ease, saying indifferently, âThatâs enough, no need to fuss. The Twin Phoenix Pill dissolves as soon as it enters the mouth; you wonât be able to vomit it out.â
âYouâ¦â
Hearing Greg Jensenâs words, Uncle Hall widened his eyes in horror; he tried several more times but still couldnât throw it up.
The thought of his imminent death turned his complexion instantly pale, devoid of any color.
He didnât want to die!
He had swindled and cheated for nearly half his life to build up such a considerable fortune, yet he hadnât even had the chance to enjoy it properly.
He couldnât just die like this!
Trembling, Uncle Hall fell to his knees with a thump, pleading:
âSilly⦠Brother Greg, Lord Greg, please spare me, I donât want to dieâ¦â
âHeh, now youâre begging for mercy? What took you so long?â
Greg Jensen, thinking of Esther Jensenâs sobbing, was immediately consumed with rage and kicked Uncle Hall square in the face.
With a bang, Uncle Hall fell backwards onto the ground, his pale face quickly turning red.
A clear footprint emerged on his face.
Uncle Hall managed to get back up and kneel again, crying and begging, âLord Greg, I really realize my mistake now, please give me another chance.â
Bang!
Greg Jensen was still not pacified, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks on him.
âI was wrong, please spare meâ¦â
Uncle Hall wailed dramatically.
Because he knew that only by satisfying Greg Jensenâs anger could he possibly survive.
As he listened to Uncle Hallâs exaggerated cries, Greg Jensen suddenly found it tasteless and after several kicks, he stopped.
He looked down at the once arrogant Uncle Hall, now kneeling like a dog before him, feeling utterly indifferent inside.
âAlright, thatâs enough, stop your act. The Three Qing Pill wonât take your life for now, it will only make you suffer the relentless torment akin to ants gnawing at your heart.â
Greg Jensen said with a cold laugh, âOf course, that kind of pain will be worse than death. Believe me, you definitely donât want to try it.â
âIt wonât take my life?â
Uncle Hallâs wailing came to an abrupt halt as he raised his head and stared blankly at Greg Jensen, seemingly in disbelief.
Greg Jensen said indifferently, âIt will recur every seven days. If you donât take the antidote, the frequency will become more and more frequent until there are no intervals left.â
He glanced at the time and sneered, âYouâve got five minutes until the first onset, enjoy it.â
After saying that, he turned and walked out without looking back.
Stopping at the door, he looked back at Uncle Hall with a smirk and said:
âYou could also go to the hospital to get checked out, see if they can cure you.â
After Greg Jensen finished speaking, he turned and walked out.
Uncle Hall watched his retreating figure, kneeling on the ground in a daze, taking a long time to process what had just happened.
He hurriedly got up from the ground, feeling his body carefully. Finding no serious issues, he was somewhat relieved.
âDamn it, has that idiot been watching too much TV? Recurring every seven days? Who is he trying to fool?â
With a disdainful snort, Uncle Hall decided to go for a check-up in the county the next day.
Just as he thought about returning to his room to continue sleeping, he suddenly felt itchy.
At first, it was only his back that itched, but then the itchiness quickly spread throughout his body.
The sensation was like ants crawling all over him, no matter how much he scratched, it was no use; the itching was unbearable.
âAltâ¦â
He rushed back to his room, kicked the woman on the bed awake, and shouted, âStop freaking sleeping, hurry up and scratch me!â
The woman, still groggy, started scratching him.
Without scratching, it was bearable, but after scratching, it became unbearably itchy.
In agony, Uncle Hall collapsed onto the floor and rolled around continuously, terrifying the woman, who quickly called for an ambulance.
The ambulance from the county arrived quickly and mistook Uncle Hallâs condition for an allergic reaction.
But even after administering an antiallergic injection, there was no effect.
Having no other choice, they had to take him to the county hospital.