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Evan Holmes sighed helplessly, âHoney, Iâve got to take care of some business. Iâll leave Bobby here with you, and Iâll be back as soon as Iâm done.â
Jaylene River nodded and cautioned, âGo then, but be careful. Try to be reasonable and avoid fighting and killing all the time.â
âYeah, I got it.â
Evan Holmes nodded firmly and stood up to leave the ward.
Bobby, who had been dozing at the door, quickly stood up and asked, âBro Evan, youâre heading out?â
âThat jerk Bryce Cooke canât handle a damn thing right. Says he got beat up by someone; Iâm just going to check it out.â
âWhy donât I go instead, and let Bryce come back to keep an eye on your wife?â
Evan Holmes shook his head, âI donât trust him to take care of my wife. You stay here.â
Just then, Jayleneâs voice suddenly came from inside, âNorman, I have doctors and nurses here; you donât need to worry about me.
Just let Bobby go with you. 1â11 have peace of mind with him there. Both of you go and come back early.â
âThat⦠alright.â
Hearing his wife say so, Evan Holmes left the hospital with Bobby and headed straight to the location Bryce had messaged him.
At the entrance to Wuhe Square.
Greg Jensen sat at the entrance like nothing was amiss, smoking a cigarette.
With him at the doorway, the renovation workers eased their minds, and the shopâs renovation work resumed.
âGreg, maybe we should just let it go. We canât win against him.â
âAfraid of what? Everythingâs under control with me here!â
Greg chuckled, âWhen have you ever seen me do something without being sure of it?â
Hearing him say that, Lois Abbott didnât know what to do but sigh in resignation and walked into the shop.
Bryce Cookeâs face was ugly. All his men had been sent to the hospital, leaving only him watching Greg from a distance, coldly.
âKid, you can put on airs for now, but when Evan Holmes arrives, Iâll see how you die!â
âHa, you better worry about yourself,â Greg said, full of disdain.
Even if he hadnât saved Evan Holmesâ wifeâs life, he still wouldnât be afraid.
After all, he was a third-level Qi Refinement Cultivator. A few mortals were nothing in his eyes.
âBoss Gregâs pretty tough!â
âHehe, heâs tough now, but I donât know if heâll still be tough when Evan arrives.â
âI bet heâll end up kowtowing and apologizing to Evan.â
A few shop owners watching the scene discussed among themselves, all believing that Greg was just a grasshopper after autumn, unable to jump for long.
It seemed Bryce thought the same.
Looking at Gregâs arrogant demeanor, Bryce laughed in fury, âKid, Iâve told you.
If I donât kill you later, 1â11 fucking call you grandpa.â
âHa, I donât need a grandkid as old as you.â
âYou fucking asking for it?â
Bryce was so angry his face turned an iron blue, veins bulging on his forehead, wishing he could slap Greg to death.
After all these years in the gang, now a middle-ranking boss, when had he ever been treated like this?
Greg was literally slapping his face with the sole of a shoe in front of everyone! It was too hateful!
Right at that moment, a piercing screech of brakes sounded.
Everyone turned to look and saw a black sedan stop by the curb.
Immediately after, a middle-aged couple stepped out, followed by several bodyguards.
Seeing this unfold, their expressions couldnât help but change.
Because the middle-aged man walking in front was none other than Evan Holmes, the Second Master Holmes.
The few onlooking bosses quickly stepped back, afraid of being implicated themselves.
Bryce Cookeâs eyes lit up, and he trotted over to greet him, respectfully saying, âSecond Brother, youâve arrived.â
Second Master Holmes frowned and said, âWhat happened?â
âSecond Brother, this kid caused trouble in my bar yesterday. He beat up our brothers and even slapped me.
Today I came to settle accounts with Brady Simmons, only to find that he had sold his shop. After much inquiry, 1 found out that this kid had bought it.â
As Bryce Cooke spoke, he glanced coldly at Greg Jensen, his teeth gritted as he said, âI had planned to settle both new and old scores with him, but this kid is too skilled, which is why I called you.â
Second Master Holmesâs face darkened as he coldly turned to look at Greg Jensen.
Bobby Prince, standing beside, couldnât help but tease, âIâm telling you, Bryce, you canât even handle this, huh? Didnât you bring a dozen brothers with you? How come you canât even deal with one kid?â
Bryce Cooke retorted, âIf youâre so capable, why donât you try?â
âWhy not, Iâ¦â
Bobby Prince subconsciously looked up, but the next second, he froze, swallowing the second half of his sentence back down.
He rubbed his eyes and took a careful look at Greg Jensen, then turned around with a shocked face and asked, âBryce, is that the person you were talking about?â
âThatâs right, itâs him.â
Bryce Cooke looked at him disdainfully and scoffed, âWhatâs the matter, got scared before even throwing a punch?â
âHeh, youâre on your own, good luck.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Confused, Bryce Cooke froze, only to see Bobby Prince approach Second Master Holmes and whisper, âSecond Brother, that kid over there is the one who saved your sister-in-law.â
âWhat did you say?â
Just as Second Master Holmes was about to teach Greg Jensen a lesson, he paused upon hearing Bobby Princeâs words, âIs it really him? Are you sure?â
âNo doubt about it,â Bobby Prince confirmed.
Bryce Cooke, not understanding the situation, hurried over, with a touch of flattery saying, âSecond Brother, do you want me to help you deal with that kid?â
Second Master Holmesâs expression turned cool as he said indifferently, âNo need, just do one thing for me.â
Bryce Cooke, caught off guard, responded instinctively with a smile, âYour ordersâ¦â
âBreak your own legs.â
âSure, no problemâ¦â
Before he could finish, Bryce Cookeâs eyes widened as he said, baffled, âI⦠1 didnât quite catch your last comment.â
Second Master Holmes bared his teeth in a cold smile, âI said to break your own legs, did you hear clearly now?â
âAh, Second Brother, Iâ¦â
Hearing this, Bryce Cooke was shocked, glancing at Bobby Prince, then back at Second Master Holmes, uncertain of what to do next.
âBobby Prince, break his legs and bring them here,â said Second Master Holmes without looking back, then headed straight for Greg Jensen.
Bryce Cooke stared at his retreating figure, utterly bewildered.
But Bobby Prince didnât care for that, waving at the bodyguards to fetch a baseball bat from the trunk of the car.
âTell me, which leg do you want broken?â
Bryce Cooke panicked, anxiously saying, âBobby, letâs talk this over properly, donât start anything, let me ask Second Brother for clarification first.â
âNo need to ask, just lie down quietly, itâs better than anything else,â Bobby Prince replied, shaking his head and signaling to the bodyguards with his eyes.
The two bodyguards immediately approached, grabbing Bryce Cooke from both sides.
âBobby, let me talk to Second Brotherâ¦.â