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Chapter 304: 304 Scrap_1
Chapter 304: 304 Scrap_1
Chapter 304: Chapter 304 Scrap_1
“Fine, we agree!”
Max Milton and Cole Barnett exchanged glances, and immediately agreed.
Cole Barnett said, “Mr. Jensen, just tell us what to do.”
Greg Jensen smiled, saying, “Joe Locke is the most addicted to gambling, we can set up a trap…”
Theo Carter had been observing the Locke family for several months, gaining a thorough understanding of each member’s temperaments and true natures.
The second son, Alan Locke, was lustful, while the eldest, Joe Locke, indulged in eating, drinking, whoring, and particularly gambling.
If it weren’t for the fact that Joe Locke had gambled away a company, how would the position of the next Family Head have fallen to Alan Locke?
Originally, Greg Jensen had planned to wait until his powers were stronger before he simply killed off the Locke family members, but after encountering Cole Barnett and Max Milton, he had a different idea.
Since Joe Locke was fond of gambling, let him gamble then!
Back in the day, Ethan Locke had beaten Greg Jensen into an imbecile, and when Joe Locke came to deal with the aftermath, he didn’t even want to pay a cent of compensation, and just sent Greg Jensen back to Peach Blossom Village.
Now, taking a bit of interest from him wouldn’t be too much, would it?
Cole Barnett and Max Milton were a pair with clear division of labor: the former was responsible for the acting, while the latter for planning and scheming.
Thus, upon hearing Greg Jensen’s idea, Max Milton fell into deep thought.
After a good while, he raised his head and said, “Mr. Jensen, I think if we want to take him down through gambling, we could bring Quinton Creed along.”
Cole Barnett said, “Right, that old fella Quinton Creed is also a big gambler, perfect to bring him along. As long as there’s a chance for him to break even, he’d even dare to scam his own father, let alone Joe Locke.”
“Sounds good, then it’s decided.”
Greg Jensen smiled, “I’ll leave the specifics to you, just handle it as you see fit.”
Upon hearing this, Max Milton felt much more relaxed and asked, “Will you be joining us at the table when the time comes?”
“Sure, plan it first, and we can discuss it later.”
“Alright.”
Greg Jensen smiled and said, “You’ll stay here for the next few days. Just speak to Adrian Wright about anything you need to eat or drink.
However, it’s best if no one sees you, lest Joe Locke finds out and it affects the plan later on.”
“Alright.”
…
At the Locke family.
“Dad, let me have a look.”
“Be careful with it, don’t drop it. This little thing cost me five million.”
Ethan Locke took the Eight Forms Mirror from his father’s hands, curiously inspected it, but after a long while, couldn’t find anything special, and returned the mirror.
“There seems to be nothing remarkable about it, just an antique, right? What’s so peculiar about it?”
Jeffrey Locke said with a smile, “We can’t see anything special, we’ll need the Simmons family themselves to come and test it.”
Joe Locke confidently said, “Don’t worry, there won’t be any problems. Quinton Creed, that old fella, pounded his chest and promised me that this would definitely be a Magic Artifact.”
“Haha, that’s great.”
Jeffrey Locke laughed heartily, then praised, “Joe, you’ve done a good job this time. It’s costly, but for the sake of our Locke family’s future, it’s worth it.”
Feeling praised, Joe Locke said with some pride, “Dad, with this artifact, the Simmons family should return our supply rights, right?”
Jeffrey Locke’s smile faded as he shook his head, “I’ve asked around. The Xiling branch factory has just signed a three-year contract with Jamae Herbs Factory.
Forget about the supply rights, let’s see if the Simmons family can compensate us in some other way.”
Ethan Locke sneered, “That damn Greg Jensen is really cunning, using this opportunity to force the Simmons family into a three-year contract.”
Joe Locke sneered, “As if the Simmons family is that easy to threaten. Just watch, once the contract period is over, they will definitely take care of Greg Jensen.”
“Three years, I really wish I could kill him now!” Ethan Locke said through gritted teeth.
Jeffrey Locke said with meaning and solemnity, “Ethan, when dealing with issues, be neither arrogant nor rash. What’s the hurry?”
“Yes, Grandfather, I understand.”
Ethan Locke chuckled, then turned to ask, “When will the Simmons family arrive?”
Jeffrey Locke glanced at the time and said, “They should be here soon.”
Just then, the butler walked in from outside and said, “Sir, the Simmons family has arrived.”
“Quick, let’s go out to welcome them.”
Jeffrey Locke quickly stood up, leading Ethan and the others briskly outside.
As they reached the entrance, they saw Mick Simmons leading another middle-aged man in.
Mick Simmons smiled and said, “Let me introduce him, this is my cousin, Donald Simmons.”
“Mr. Simmons, forgive us for not meeting you sooner, please come inside.”
The Locke family ushered Mick Simmons and his companion inside, then carefully took out the Eight Forms Mirror and handed it over.
Jeffrey Locke spoke with a hint of pride, “Gentlemen, take a look. This is the Eight Forms Mirror we just acquired for five million. It is said to be a Magic Artifact.
We don’t understand this, so we will have to rely on your expertise.”
“It’s a Magic Artifact, but of poor quality. Big brother, you give it a try.”
Mick Simmons examined the Eight Forms Mirror and then passed it to Donald Simmons.
Donald Simmons channeled True Qi into the Eight Forms Mirror.
Hum!
A burst of cyan light suddenly shone brightly.
Upon seeing this, the Locke family immediately showed expressions of joy.
“It really is a Magic Artifact!”
“Fantastic, our efforts haven’t gone to waste…”
Crack!
Just as the Locke family were rejoicing, a clear sound of shattering suddenly rang out.
Then, to their horror, the already worn Eight Forms Mirror broke into several pieces.
“What…”
“How did this happen?”
The Locke family members stared at Donald Simmons with dumbfounded expressions.
Donald Simmons furrowed his brow and said, “It’s a defective piece, it’s no longer usable; it just exploded when I channeled True Qi into it.”
“So you mean… it’s useless now?” Jeffrey Locke said, disbelieving.
Donald Simmons casually tossed the fragments onto the coffee table and said, “Sell it as an antique. It might still fetch three to four hundred thousand.”
“How… how is this possible? It was just fine moments ago.”
Alan Locke couldn’t bring himself to believe that the Eight Forms Mirror he had spent so much to acquire could just break like that.
He picked up the fragments and turned them over in his hands, muttering quietly, “Could it be that the strength used was too great?”
“Presumptuous!”
The expression on Mick Simmons’ face immediately cooled, and he said sternly, “My brother is a genius in our family, his martial skills have reached the later stage of Dark Strength and he is not far from the innate stage.
Who are you to question my brother’s abilities?”
Alan Locke was scolded sharply but dared not show a trace of anger. Instead, he forced a smile and said, “Mr. Simmons, I didn’t mean any offense, it was just a casual remark.”
“Enough, Antonio,” Donald Simmons stood up and said, “They are but laymen who don’t understand the profound depths of our martial arts. Why take their words to heart?
Since it’s just a worthless item, let’s head back now.”
“Yes, big brother.”
Mick Simmons gave Alan Locke one last glare and then got up to leave.