The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 85: Rejection_l

Translator: 549690339 |

“Open and aboveboard methods? You’re thinking of dealing with him through the housekeeper?”

Norman Holmes was taken aback, then shook his head, “I’m afraid not. It’s not like others haven’t thought about it before, trying to deal with Kenny Walker on the official level, but without exception, they all failed.

Do you know why?

After operating in Riverhaven County for so many years, Kenny Walker essentially has the local officials in his pocket, owing to favors he’s doled out.

Who would dare to trouble him?”

“Let’s give it a try, how can we know without trying?”

Greg Jensen knew he was right, but still wanted to give it a shot.

Unless absolutely necessary, he didn’t want to resort to violence.

Seeing this, Norman Holmes could only nod and say, “Then give it a try, but prioritize your own safety.”

“Thanks for the reminder, second brother.”

Greg Jensen smiled, bid farewell to Norman Holmes, and then made a phone

call to Brandon Brent.

The two agreed to meet at a teahouse, where Brandon Brent was waiting in a private room.

Having not seen each other for days, Brandon Brent’s complexion was even more pale, his body hunched as if someone had drained his vitality.

Greg Jensen frowned slightly and asked, “What have you been up to lately?”

Brandon Brent awkwardly responded, “Haha, I’ve been holding back too much recently, so I’ve been going a bit wild lately.”

Greg Jensen, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but feel speechless, having heard of revenge spending, but this was the first time he had seen someone indulge in revengeful hedonism.

He casually tossed an Elixir to him and said, “Eat it.

“This…”

Thinking it was poison, Brandon Brent shrank back, carefully lifting his head and stammered, “Mr. Jensen, I’ve paid the money, and haven’t done anything wrong, you this…”

“Don’t worry, it’s for replenishing your energy and blood.”

Greg Jensen glanced at him indifferently and said, “If you don’t want to take it,

then forget it…”

Before he could finish, Brandon Brent snatched the Elixir and popped it into his mouth.

The Elixir dissolved upon entering his mouth, and a warm sensation instantly spread throughout his body.

He felt his frail body fill with strength, as if he had returned to his eighteen- year-old self.

However, his health had been so depleted that the feeling lasted only a brief moment before slowly fading away.

Nevertheless, his complexion had improved a lot compared to before.

Licking his lips, Brandon Brent looked at Greg Jensen with a hint of longing and asked, “Sir, do you have any more?”

“Do you think my Elixir is as common as cabbages on the street, to be given out so casually? Just the cost of this one pill is several tens of thousands.”

“Hehe, I can pay for it,” replied Brandon Brent, his eyes spinning, “How about one hundred thousand per pill?”

Greg Jensen’s interest was piqued and he asked, “Is there a market for these

Elixirs outside?”

Brandon Brent was startled, then caught on and said, “There is definitely a market, but at one hundred thousand apiece, we wouldn’t sell many in this small place.”

Greg Jensen was somewhat disappointed but soon let it go.

indeed, the Elixir could enhance one’s physique, but it wasn’t very meaningful for the average young person.

And for the elderly, long-term use was necessary.

Riverhaven County was an impoverished area with few wealthy people; how many would be willing to spend one hundred thousand on such an Elixir?

“Alright, let’s talk serious business.”

After pondering for a moment, Greg Jensen said, “I want to take down Kenny

Walker, can you gather evidence of his crimes?”

“Kenny Walker?”

Hearing this name, Brandon Brent suddenly became serious and hesitated, “Do you have a grudge against Kenny Walker?”

Greg Jensen nodded and said, “That’s right. Not only do I have a grudge against Kenny Walker, but you have one with him too.”

“I have a grudge with Kenny Walker?”

“Because he’s the major investor behind the Peach Blossom Mountain scenic

area project.”

A bitter taste involuntarily rose in Brandon Brent’s mouth. “Mr. Jensen, aren’t you putting me in a difficult position? If you had told me earlier that Kenny Walker was the major investor of that project…”

Greg Jensen’s expression turned slightly chilly as he said indifferently, “What? If you had known earlier that Kenny Walker was the key investor behind the scenes, you wouldn’t have agreed to help me?”

Upon hearing this, Brandon suddenly remembered the terror of the ‘Three-

Green Pill,’ and that unbearable itching sensation seemed to appear on his body again. His face immediately changed.

He quickly forced out a sheepish smile, “What are you saying? Even if the Jade Emperor himself came, I would still have to help you.”

“Enough with the nonsense. Just tell me if you can handle this or not.

“This…”

Brandon hesitated for a moment before saying, “I definitely can’t do this on my own. I’ll have to ask my father.”

“Call your dad now.”

“Alright, just a moment.”

Brandon Brent didn’t dare to delay, swiftly taking out his mobile phone and dialing his father, Micah Brent.

As soon as the call connected, he said directly, “Dad, a friend of mine has made an enemy out of Kenny Walker, and I want to help him fight back. Do you have any ideas?”

“Kenny Walker? Are you having another one of your episodes? Blocking someone’s business is like killing their parents! Last time you helped a friend block someone’s scenic area project, I still haven’t settled that with you.

I remember you used to be pretty clever. How come you’re getting dumber? What business do you have meddling in these affairs?”

Without a second thought, Micah Brent started berating Brandon over the phone, launching into a tirade of education.

In the end, he didn’t forget to add, “Let me tell you, you’d better stay out of this, or you’re no son of mine!”

“Dad, I…”

Before Brandon could reply, the call was disconnected.

He helplessly looked up at Greg Jensen and said awkwardly, “Mr. Jensen, you see…”

“Give your father another call, help me set up a meeting, I want to see him in person.”

Greg Jensen had brought this up with Brandon because he wanted to use his father’s influence to deal with Kenny Walker. He just hadn’t expected Micah Brent to refuse so flatly.

After hesitating for a bit, he still decided to have a face-to-face talk with Micah. As the saying goes, he didn’t want to resort to violence unless absolutely necessary.

Brandon made another phone call to his father, saying he wanted to bring a friend over to meet him. Micah Brent hesitated for a long time before agreeing to come home for dinner that evening.

The Brent Family’s house in Riverhaven County wasn’t big, just a three- bedroom apartment with modest decor, not looking at all like the home of a Chief Inspector.

After Greg Jensen and Brandon returned to the house, they waited for quite some time before finally hearing the sound of someone unlocking the door from outside.

“Dad, you’re back? This is my friend, Greg Jensen.”

Micah Brent glanced at his son, frowned, and said, “Go outside for a bit; I want to talk to him alone.”

“This… Okay.”

Brandon instinctively looked at Greg, who nodded, and then he turned and walked out.

Greg greeted him with a smile, “Chief Inspector Brent, hello.”

Micah Brent, being short and plump with a face full of pockmarks and small, ? green-bean eyes, scanned Greg before responding with a nonchalant “Hmm.” His stature may have seemed clumsy, but the man was very shrewd. As soon as he sat down, he directly asked, “You’ve come to talk to me about Kenny Walker, haven’t you?”

“That’s correct.”

Micah took another look at him, the disdain on his face growing more evident, “The scenic area problem, that was also for your sake that Brandon got involved, wasn’t it?”

“That’s also correct.”