Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Revenge Achieved_1

Greg Jensen looked at the once high and mighty young master of Jamae City, now resembling a little dog begging for scraps, and suddenly felt a bit sick of it.

The thrill of avenging a great wrong also became tasteless.

“Enough, I’ll grant you a quick end.”

Before he finished speaking, Greg Jensen had already lifted his finger and gently drew it across Ethan Locke’s neck, releasing a torrent of blood that dyed the surrounding grass red.

“Hehe…”

Ethan Locke’s eyes stared blankly, his hands clutching his neck, mouth agape, desperately gasping for air.

But, his complexion still turned steadily paler, then from white to blue.

Before long, he collapsed with a thud, lying on the ground, no longer making a sound.

Greg Jensen glanced at him once more, sighed, and headed down the mountain.

After returning to the villa, he found it had been cleaned up by Jay Brent’s men, and Lindsey Wolfe along with the second elder and other people had been invited to rest in the car.

Seeing Greg Jensen return, Jay Brent hurriedly jogged up to him and asked in a low voice, “Mr. Jensen, is Ethan Locke taken care of?”

“Yeah, in the woods.”

Greg Jensen nodded and asked, “How about my aunt and the others?”

“They’re in the car.”

Jay Brent said somewhat awkwardly, “Seeing them shocked, I took some wine from the car for them to drink, and they’ve fallen asleep after drinking it.”

Greg Jensen looked at him in surprise and then let out a laugh, “You’re quite thoughtful.”

“Heh, just doing what I should,” Jay Brent replied with an embarrassed smile.

Greg Jensen nodded, glanced at the corpse on the ground and asked, “Who’s left of the Lockes?”

“Only Alan Locke was captured, Joe Locke vanished.”

Jay Brent responded, “The rest are just collateral bloodlines.”

“You deal with Alan Locke yourself.”

Greg Jensen then frowned, “What’s the deal with Joe Locke?”

“Seems like he was thrown out of the family over share disputes.”

“Thrown out of the family?”

Greg Jensen’s expression stiffened, and he scoffed, “A family small enough to count on one hand, yet so much drama.”

“Heh heh.”

Jay Brent chuckled, then added, “Mr. Jensen, this is Mr. Gill’s suitcase, he had been carrying it with him all the time, Ethan Locke forgot to take it when he fled.”

“Hmm, you handle it.”

Greg Jensen didn’t think much of it and then said.

Jay Brent hesitated, “Should I open it and let you check? Maybe there’s something valuable inside?”

“Go ahead.”

Greg Jensen glanced at the two vans parked outside the courtyard, thinking to let Lindsey Wolfe and the others rest for a while, so he sat down on the sofa and gestured for Jay Brent to open the suitcase.

Jay Brent promptly placed the case on the coffee table and opened it, turning the opening towards Greg Jensen.

Inside the case were two bundles of money, probably two hundred thousand, along with several changes of clothes and two books.

Greg Jensen was about to tell Jay Brent to take the case away when he suddenly noticed a palm-sized plate at the bottom of the case.

He picked it up and saw that the plate looked like it was made of iron, covered in rust, with several small figures and characters engraved on it.

Turning it over to the front, he read the words “Dragon Elephant Art” inscribed on it.

Dragon Elephant Art?

This is…

A moment later, a hint of elation crossed Greg Jensen’s face.

Because, he found that the iron plate contained the recording of a body-strengthening Cultivation Technique.

Although it only detailed the beginning, even just this part was extraordinary.

This Cultivation Technique was divided into nine levels; the first three for toughening the skin and strengthening the bones, the middle three for achieving invulnerable vajra body, and the final three, it was said, could cultivate the Dragon Elephant Dharma Body, withstanding all calamities.

Clearly, this was an external sect Cultivation Technique.

But why was there only the first level?

Greg Jensen glanced at Tyrese Gill’s corpse and looked up to ask, “Is there nothing else on him?”

“Nothing, I’ve already searched him.”

Jay Brent, afraid he wouldn’t believe, explained, “When I was searching him, there were several brothers present and one of the black-clothed men who had woken up. If you don’t believe me, you can ask them.”

“No need, I believe you.”

Greg Jensen smiled faintly and continued to look at the iron plaque.

He believed Jay Brent because if the latter really wanted to keep the Cultivation Technique, he would certainly have taken the iron plaque from the box too, there was no need to leave it behind to raise suspicion.

“Alright, take people and clean up the villa.”

Greg Jensen put away the plaque, planning to study it more that evening.

Jay Brent lowered his voice and asked, “Mr. Jensen, how should we deal with the rest of them?”

“Not a single one remains!”

“Yes, I understand!”

Jay Brent bowed respectfully, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Greg Jensen stood up, stared at him for a moment, then patted his shoulder and turned to walk outside.

In the cold winter month, the sunlight at noon was still faint, neither hot enough nor strong enough.

Greg Jensen stood at the door, staring at the white sun hanging in the sky, slightly lost in thought.

After more than two years, countless painful days and nights, he finally avenged the great wrong and suddenly felt a sense of loss.

It was like straining to push a door but finding that the perfectly sealed door collapsed with a roar, releasing all the accumulated effort.

“The Locke family, that’s all they amounted to!”

Greg Jensen sighed lightly, mocking himself for being sentimental. His revenge was taken, and he had seized such a large share of property, what else could be there to be unhappy about?

Of course, while lamenting the Locke family’s fragility, he also felt a bit of relief.

Fortunately, Ethan Locke hadn’t gone mad enough to kill indiscriminately, or else Lindsey Wolfe and Second Master and others would have been in trouble.

This incident also served as a reminder to Greg Jensen that when you’re out in the world, especially when involved in grudges of the Jianghu, it’s better not to use one’s real name.

One might encounter vicious villains one day, and those he cared about might suffer the consequences.

He paused for a moment, then stepped forward, walking towards the outside of the courtyard.

“Mr. Jensen, hello…”

The young followers of Jay Brent had already left, and those who remained in the courtyard were his trusted people.

Seeing Greg Jensen come out, they quickly straightened up, standing on both sides of the aisle, and greeted him in unison.

Greg Jensen nodded, stopping in his tracks, and smiled at them, “Give each of the brothers under you ten thousand, and each of you take fifty thousand. Go see Old Brent later to get it, I’ll speak with him.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jensen!”

Several confidantes immediately showed happy smiles, their respectful attitude becoming considerably more genuine.

Greg Jensen found it amusing and casually smiled, then turned and continued on his way.

Sometimes people are like this, growing up without realizing it, becoming a role model in the eyes of others unknowingly.

Greg Jensen knew that he was just getting started.

Because he was still far from becoming a Sword Immortal.

Sword Flying high above, roaming the nine heavens with pride, that is what a man should aspire to!

Inside the minivan, Lindsey Wolfe lay half-reclined on the rear seat, sound asleep.

She was exhausted, not only had she not slept all night, but she had also been in a state of constant tension until she saw Greg Jensen, and only then did she truly relax.

She didn’t know what kind of trouble Greg Jensen had gotten into, but she believed that since Jensen dared to come, he would surely handle it.

And she naively thought that with Jay Brent helping them, they had the advantage of numbers and therefore nothing to fear!

Her sleep was sweet, not even noticing the car door opening until Greg Jensen sat down beside her and gently touched her cheek, startling her awake.