The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 361: Chapter 361 Unspoken Rules_1

“What’s wrong with being an ‘ugly freak’? Let me tell you, the uglier the person, the more caring they tend to be, not to mention he’s so capable.”

Vivian Shimpson said this, then couldn’t help but sneer, “Sure, Greg Jensen is good-looking enough, but he doesn’t have half the ability of that guy.

He also has a grudge against the Lin family, but what came of it? They share the same surname, Jensen, but why is the gap so huge?”

Louisa Burley suddenly fell silent, lost in thought, and it was a while before she said:

“Hey, Vivian, do you think that person could be Greg?”

“You mean Greg Jensen?”

Vivian Shimpson’s eyes suddenly widened, her expression froze on her face, and she looked at Louisa Burley in disbelief:

“Louisa, are you alright? Do you really think Greg Jensen is that strong? He’s just running a restaurant.

If he really was the one who brought down the Lin family and took over their corporation, then I… I would take his surname.”

Louisa also thought it was unlikely. Considering the implication of Vivian’s words, she couldn’t help but smile wryly, making funny faces as she said:

“You’d take Greg’s surname? Sounds like you really want to marry him.”

“Get lost!”

Vivian’s face turned red. Back in her school days, she did indeed consider marrying Greg Jensen.

As for now, she wasn’t sure what she thought, but every time she saw Greg with Louisa Burley, she couldn’t help but get angry.

Could it be that deep down, she still wanted to marry Greg?

Vivian was shocked by her own thoughts and blurted out, “Psh, I’d marry a pig or a dog before marrying him!”

Upon hearing this, Louisa couldn’t help but turn her head and gave a gentle smile, but her brows furrowed slightly, as if she had thought of something unpleasant.

…

In the car, Mick Simmons said, “Mr. Jensen, that Vivian Shimpson is way out of line. Should I go warn her at the Shimpson house?”

“There’s no need for that.”

Greg Jensen sat in the backseat with his eyes closed, resting. He responded casually, and then suddenly opened his eyes, asking:

“Tell me about the Martial Way exchange event.”

“The Martial Way exchange event? Oh, sure.”

Mick Simmons said, “The Martial Way exchange event is divided into many regions. The one that’s recently being held in the provincial capital is for our Qin province.

Of course, besides the locals from Qin province, there are also fellow martial artists from all corners of the country.

In principle, as long as one has an invitation, the Martial Way exchange event will not refuse anyone’s participation.”

“An invitation? How are the invitations sent?” Greg Jensen asked curiously.

It’s normal for locals to get an invitation, but how do people from outside the area get one?

Did they need to be mailed?

Mick Simmons explained with a smile, “The invitations are valid for a long time, and this thing… it’s personalized.”

On hearing this, Greg Jensen was struck with an idea and asked, “Doesn’t that mean the organizers don’t know who the attendees are?”

“Exactly, that’s the intended effect.”

Mick Simmons looked meaningfully at Greg Jensen and said, “Mr. Jensen, think about it. If you brought a peerless treasure to the exchange event, whether you sold it or not, if someone malicious took notice…”

Greg Jensen immediately realized the benefit of anonymity; it would at least keep one from being targeted.

Comparatively, controlling the guest list didn’t seem so important.

Greg asked, “So, are you saying the current invitations were all sent out a long time ago?”

“Not necessarily, they still distribute some to the renowned Martial Way families of the province.

First, because these families are growing larger and more people from them are attending.

And second, there are always one or two emerging Martial Way families that need to exchange and learn from each other.”

Mick Simmons didn’t specify, but Greg Jensen had already discerned the implication.

He looked at Mick Simmons with a half-smile and said, “It seems, to become a new Martial Way noble family, one would need the recognition of you old families, right?”

“Uh, there is something to that effect,” Mick Simmons replied with a smile.

Greg Jensen nodded without adding anything more, as this matter was of no concern to him.

Mick Simmons tentatively asked, “Does Mr. Jensen also wish to attend the exchange meeting?”

“Hmm, I am thinking of checking it out.”

Greg Jensen turned his head to look again and smiled, “I just don’t know if it’s possible.”

“Oh, what are you saying? Of course, it’s possible. After all, you’re already a half-step Grandmaster. Attending an exchange meeting should be easy for you,” Mick Simmons affirmed.

Greg Jensen hesitated for a moment before asking directly, “What, are half-step Grandmasters a rare sight?”

“Um, that… indeed, they are not common.”

Mick Simmons looked at Greg Jensen somewhat amazed, wondering to himself if this man had come from some Hermit faction sect, otherwise how could he not know how rare a half-step Grandmaster was?

While pondering this, he said, “The half-step Grandmasters in our Qin province can be counted on one hand.”

“And what about the Master Realm?” Greg Jensen continued to inquire.

“In our Qin province, there is currently only one person in the Master Realm, the Family Head of the Green family. There are however two or three half-step Grandmasters.”

“Oh.”

Greg Jensen nodded, now having a rough estimate of his own strength.

He hadn’t fought with a typical half-step Grandmaster, but he supposed they wouldn’t be as formidable as himself, making his current strength, within the province, likely among the very top.

Of course, if there were those Hermit sects that hadn’t emerged for decades, that would be a different story.

“When does the exchange meeting take place?”

“Every year in March, about two months from now.”

Greg Jensen was silent for a moment, then ordered, “Try to get me an invitation card.”

“No problem, our Simmons family has two invitations,” Mick Simmons replied.

Mick Simmons smiled, then reminded him, “However, if you do wish to participate, it’s best to think of a pseudonym for yourself in advance.”

“A pseudonym?”

“Yes, since it’s anonymous, you’ll need some form of address, and nearly everyone uses a pseudonym.

Some even wear masks to prevent others from using facial recognition technology to track them down.”

Upon hearing this, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. This Martial Way exchange meeting, why did it feel like a covert undercover operation?

Mick Simmons explained, “It’s said that this meeting was originally started by a few close friends and didn’t have so many rules.

But one year at the meeting, a Dark Strength expert somehow got hold of a Buddhist treasure and traded it for an entire chest of gold bars.

However, just a few days later, someone discovered that the Dark Strength expert was dead in a hotel, and his entire family had disappeared.”

Greg Jensen furrowed his brow and asked, “What about the person who bought the Buddhist treasure?”

“He was definitely fine. That Buddhist treasure was too conspicuous; even if someone snatched it, they wouldn’t be able to get away with it.”

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen’s expression had turned somber.

The martial world remained as it always had been, filled with strife, rivalry, and violent plunder. It hadn’t changed one bit with the progress of society.

It seemed he could only go with the flow.

But what name should he take?

Greg Jensen thought long and hard but couldn’t come up with anything. Meanwhile, the car had already stopped inside a manor.