The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 222
Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Self-Defense, Hit as You Like_1
“Is that any of your business?”
Blondey scoffed disdainfully and called out without looking back, “Brothers, this kid is Greg Jensen. The top brass ordered us to take one of his arms, the rest is up to you.
As long as you don’t kill him, each of you gets ten grand!”
“You got it!”
“Take him down…”
Hearing that there was ten grand per person, the young guys immediately got excited and charged over, wielding their clubs.
Blondey also picked up a club and followed behind.
At this moment, Kingsley Harrison and the others also followed over, and upon seeing the scene before them, their faces immediately went pale with fear. Kingsley stammered, “Boss, shouldn’t we call the patrol officers?”
“Yeah, you should hide inside first, and I’ll call the police right away.”
Greg Jensen slowly shook his head and said indifferently, “Looks like there’s no way to talk this out properly!”
He snorted coldly, kicked one person in front of him unconscious, and then plunged into the crowd.
Since the other party had come to Dreamscape Garden to hit people, and they called out to deal with him by name, any means he used would constitute self-defense.
Therefore, he didn’t hold back at all, targeting the weak spots like their shinbones and elbow joints with merciless blows.
“Ah, my leg!”
“It hurts, it hurts…”
Screams of agony were unceasing.
A dozen young guys were all lying on the ground in an instant, letting out cries even more tragic than those of the security guards.
Hisss!
Kingsley Harrison and the others couldn’t help but gasp when they saw this.
The arms and legs of those young guys were all twisted at weird angles, each spot Greg Jensen hit was broken.
“The boss can fight like that?”
“Oh my God!”
Kingsley Harrison hurriedly ran over, concerned, “Boss, are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Call 120, and get our men to the hospital.”
“And these people…”
Kingsley Harrison hesitated, as no matter how you looked at it, those young guys were more severely injured than their own security guards.
“Call the patrol officers, let them handle it.”
Greg Jensen said indifferently, “Let these scumbags fend for themselves, it makes no sense that others come to trash my place, and I have to care about their lives, right?”
“Alright, boss, I understand.”
Hearing Greg Jensen’s words, Kingsley Harrison broke out in a cold sweat.
The boss was ruthless!
Not only could he fight, but he also had the heart for it!
However, he thought about it and came to terms with it—if so many people barged into his home and started smashing things, he probably would’ve done the same.
Of course, that’s assuming he had the boss’s skills.
Greg Jensen came over to Blondey, crouched down, and plunged a silver needle into his body.
“Ah…”
Blondey’s scream came to an abrupt halt, and he looked at his injured arm with a dumbfounded face.
Greg Jensen said coolly, “Spill it—who sent you?”
“I…”
Blondey hesitated, unsure whether the other party would let him go if he gave up his boss.
However, in the moment of his hesitation, Greg Jensen directly pulled out the silver needle from his body, and that heart-piercing pain hit him once again.
Blondey screamed again, collapsing to the ground and continued wailing as he held his arm.
“Can you talk now?”
“I… I’ll talk, it was Jay Brent who sent us here, he said to test out what you’re made of first…”
At this time, Jay Brent was still sitting in the off-road vehicle across the street, letting Lena Holmes help him dress, while keeping his eyes on the entrance of Dreamscape Garden.
After a while, he suddenly knocked on the car window and asked, “Why did they stop fighting over there?”
The driver glanced at the gate and guessed, “They must have broken in already, huh?
Don’t worry, I just checked, those security guards are just there for show, Little Four and his guys would be playing with them.”
“Hmm.”
Jay Brent nodded, but before he could speak, he suddenly felt something was amiss.
He pushed aside the driver blocking his view and looked towards Dreamscape Garden, only to see a man walking out.
The man looked around and his gaze fell on the two SUVs they were in, then he quickly walked over.
When Jay Brent got a clear look at the man’s face, his eyebrows immediately furrowed, “Greg Jensen? Why is he out here?”
The driver was shocked and whispered, “Boss, that guy is coming straight for us, could he have spotted us?”
“What’s there to panic about!”
Jay Brent scolded and straightened his clothes before opening the car door and getting out.
Greg Jensen just happened to arrive at that moment, glanced at the driver, then turned to Jay Brent, “Are you Jay Brent?”
“Heh, yes, that’s me. Do you need something from me?”
“Did you order the assault inside?”
Jay Brent laughed as if he had heard a joke, “Sorry, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
Smack!
Before the words were even finished, Greg Jensen landed a slap across his face.
Jay Brent was stunned, his face filled with disbelief.
In Jamae City, while he may not strut around, anyone with a high status would show him some courtesy when they saw him.
For many years, no one had dared to slap him.
And yet, today he had tasted this humiliation again at the hands of a young man.
His face instantly darkened and his eyes turned icy cold, sending shivers as he gritted his teeth, “Kid, do you have a death wish?”
Smack!
Without a word, Greg Jensen delivered another slap to his face and said indifferently, “Can you understand what I’m saying now?”
“Aiden Clark, you’re courting death!”
The driver finally reacted at this time; he doubled as a bodyguard, and with his boss being slapped twice in succession, if he did not respond now, he would truly be out of a job.
His fist, large as a punching bag, roared with the sound of the wind as he aimed a punch at Greg Jensen’s face.
Greg Jensen slightly dodged to the side, avoiding the attack, and countered with a punch right on the driver’s chin.
Thump!
The driver fainted on the spot, his muscular body falling straight down to the ground like a lifeless puppet.
Seeing this, Jay Brent’s face finally showed grave concern.
His driver had been with him for many years, previously a fierce figure on the streets, and only got to stay by Jay Brent’s side when he gradually stepped back behind the scenes, preparing to transition like Wallace Carter had.
Yet such a formidable subordinate was powerless before Greg Jensen, not even having a chance to fight back.
The strength Greg Jensen possessed was evident.
He watched Greg Jensen coldly, his voice heavy, “Kid, what exactly do you want?”
“Was the incident inside orchestrated by you!”
“So what if it was, so what if it wasn…”
Bang!
Greg Jensen kicked him, sending Jay Brent flying.
Inside the car, Lena Holmes was about to get out to see what was happening, but as she approached the car door, she saw Jay Brent flying towards it.
With a bang, he slammed right into the car door.
Thud!
Jay Brent crashed onto the ground, feeling a scorching pain in his chest, as if he had been hit by a truck.
Fortunately, he had kept up with his training over the years; while his fighting skills might not be as sharp as before, his resilience was still strong.
Struggling a bit, he managed to get up from the ground, his gaze ice-cold as he looked towards Greg Jensen.
It was only then he finally realized that Little Four and the others had probably been taken down.
