The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

We thought it was just about having a magic artifact, but we didn’t realize it turned out to be a dud. I’m terribly sorry for wasting your time.”

Antonio Conner paused mid-step and said indifferently, “Your ignorance can be forgiven, but speaking nonsense to insult my brother cannot.”

“Yes, yes, it’s all my fault, please don’t take it to heart,” Joe Locke said awkwardly.

Antonio Conner scoffed, “You’re just lucky that my brother is only a master of Dark Strength.

If he’d entered the ranks of the Innate Grandmasters, just for those few words you said just now, he could have killed you on the spot!

Remember my words; if you want to live, you’d better mind that broken mouth of yours. Remember, a Grandmaster must not be insulted!”

After he spoke, he no longer paid any attention to the Locke family members, turned, and quickly left.

Watching Antonio Conner and Donald Simmons drive away, Joe Locke was completely dumbfounded. He stiffly turned his head to look at his father and asked incredulously, “Dad, was all my effort today for nothing?”

Jeffrey Locke gave him a cold glance and left him with a single word, “Useless,” before heading back to the villa alone.

With this, the Locke family had once again lost face.

Not only had they wasted five million, but they had also bought a “fake” that angered Antonio Conner.

What a mess!

Jeffrey Locke’s face sagged with anger as he spoke in a heavy voice, “Joe, who the hell is your friend that sold you a fake?”

Joe Locke too was feeling irritated, “I’ll call him right now.”

After saying this, he took out his cellphone to dial Quinton Creed, making sure to put it on speakerphone.

Once Quinton Creed picked up the call, Joe immediately shouted, “Quinton, that Eight Forms Mirror you sold me has a problem.”

“What’s the problem?”

“The mirror is a dud. It shattered the moment it was used.”

“Joe, you can’t blame me for this. You asked me to find a magic artifact, and I found one, right?

How would I know the quality of the artifact? I even told you at the time, if you weren’t sure, you could have invited someone over to check the goods on the spot.”

Quinton Creed’s response sounded completely innocent, and even Jeffrey Locke couldn’t help but nod silently, agreeing that this really wasn’t someone else’s fault.

After all, ignorance is no sin!

If Joe Locke, the buyer, couldn’t determine the quality of the item, how could he expect the seller to do so?

“Joe, just let it go.”

At Jeffrey Locke’s urging, Joe Locke reluctantly ended the call.

“Dad, what do we do now?”

“How the hell should I know what to do? You’re old enough, and you’re still asking me? Eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink. Should we stop everything else just because of this little issue?”

…

“What does it mean that a Grandmaster must not be insulted?”

Greg Jensen looked at the message sent by Theo Carter and lifted his head in surprise to look at Cole Barnett in front of him.

Cole Barnett was taken aback for a moment before explaining, “The phrase ‘a Grandmaster must not be insulted’ means that someone at the level of Innate Grandmaster is greatly different from ordinary people.

No, to be precise, a Grandmaster of the Innate level is already a being of another realm, like the difference between mortals and immortals.”

Max Milton added, “There’s another saying, ‘Those not of the Innate level are but ants.’ Think about it, if an ant crawls all over you, what would you do?”

Greg Jensen instinctively answered, “Crush it?”

“Exactly, that’s why ordinary people should not provoke a Grandmaster. If you really aggravate one, they could crush you with just a flick of their hand.”

“Right, and your death would be in vain, since you brought it on yourself.”

Upon hearing this, Greg Jensen nodded in understanding, yet deep inside, he was contemplatively pondering over the urgency of advancing to the later stages of Qi Refinement.

He was now at the fifth level of Qi Refinement, and just by reaching the sixth level, he would be able to release True Qi externally.

According to the previous description, that would roughly equate to the early stage of Innate Master.

By that time, even if he were to slaughter the entire Locke family, it’s likely no one would bother to intervene.

“Mr. Jensen, Quinton has sent me a message. He says that Joe Locke’s side has been fooled and won’t trouble him anymore. He’s asking when we can make the next deal.”

“Do this. Send him a message now, tell him to say to Joe Locke that there’s another amulet coming from somewhere else, and he’ll try to get it for him in the next few days.”

“Okay.”

Max Milton agreed and promptly sent a message to Quinton Creed.

Greg Jensen stayed at the club for a while longer before heading directly to Treasure Mansion in Jamae City.

It was a quiet day at Treasure Mansion. Clara Adams leaned her pretty little cheek in one hand, gazing out the doorway, lost in thought.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Ah!”

Clara Adams was startled by the sudden voice but took a closer look and realized it was Greg Jensen.

Her beautiful little face immediately showed a hint of pleasure, “Mr. Jensen, what brings you here?”

“Haha, listen to you, can’t I come here? Or should I go?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant.”

Greg Jensen looked at her flushed face and couldn’t help but feel tempted. He smirked and said, “I haven’t seen you for so many days, did you miss me?”

“Ah, miss… didn’t miss.”

“Didn’t miss huh?”

Clara Adams’s face turned red again, and she said shyly, “Ah, I’m not talking to you anymore.”

Greg Jensen laughed, “All right, I’ll stop teasing you. Just grab any piece of jade stone for me, doesn’t need to be too big.”

“Okay, just a moment.”

Clara Adams hurriedly ran behind the counter and picked out a small ‘no worries’ token. It was of ‘glutinous’ variety with quite a bit of cotton-like inclusions in it.

Since it was meant to hoodwink someone, Greg Jensen didn’t care much. He picked up the engraving knife and carelessly carved out an amulet.

This time the amulet he carved was the same as before, the only difference being the lines were rough, and it could probably only be used once.

That is to say, after inputting True Qi into it once, the amulet would be completely useless.

After it was done, Greg Jensen paid for the item and was about to invite Clara Adams for a meal, when Liliana Grey walked in from outside.

“Good to see you, Ms. Grey!”

“Greg Jensen, what are you doing here?”

Caught slightly off guard, Greg Jensen gave a sheepish smile and said, “Just buying a stone.”

Liliana Grey rolled her eyes and said, “If you need the stone, just say so. Do you even have to buy it?”

Greg Jensen smiled, “One thing at a time, the money that should be spent, must be spent.”

“You got it then?”

“Yep.”

Greg Jensen lifted the amulet to show her.

Liliana Grey looked puzzled, then chuckled, “What did you carve here? It looks like a charm drawn by a ghost.”

It indeed was a charm, but not one drawn by a ghost.

Greg Jensen secretly chuckled to himself, then said seriously, “Okay, I’ve got stuff to do, I should go.”

“Hey, wait for me. Once I’ve finished with the accounts, I’ve got something to tell you.”

“Alright then.”

Greg Jensen had no choice but to sit on the sofa and wait.

After about half an hour, Liliana Grey finished with the accounts, then pulled Greg Jensen out of the shop and into her BMW.

It was already dark, and the sound-activated lights in the underground parking garage had gone out, leaving only the corridor lights on, casting a dim glow.

“Why do I feel like you’ve been avoiding me today?”

“Not at all.”

“Hehe, then hand over today’s assignment.”

“Here?”

“Yeah, doing it here is what makes it thrilling!”