The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 45: Drink a Toast or Be Penalized 1

Translator: 549690339

Fortunately, most of the land that the developer wanted to occupy belonged to the Jensen Family, and the members of the Jensen Family were united in heart. Therefore, after several skirmishes, the developer always left without success. This time it was serious. People were injured and even the vegetable fields were bulldozed.

Wasn’t this forcing people into a desperate situation?

Greg Jensen’s face was somber as he walked back to the village. Lindsey Wolfe had planned to return too, but the vegetable store was so crowded that in the end, only he came back.

Lindsey Wolfe and Widow Liu both knew he could fight, so they weren’t worried about his safety.

However, before he left, Lindsey Wolfe had specifically instructed him not to fight if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.

Yet, seeing Uncle Er’s bruised and swollen face, along with the chaotic vegetable fields, Greg Jensen felt the rage inside him surge uncontrollably. His eyes, as if they could shoot out flames, were fixed on those young men. In the vegetable field, the young people of the Jensen Family, holding some farming tools, protected the old, the weak, the sick, and the handicapped in the middle.

The rest of the Jensen Family members, gasping for air, sat on the ground, each with injuries on their faces.

Before them, dozens of young men armed with clubs looked at them sinisterly. A few patrol officers were also standing by the roadside; judging by their license plate numbers, they seemed to be from the county.

The leader of the patrol officers was chatting and laughing with a potbellied middle-aged man.

That middle-aged man was none other than the boss of the developers Arthur Corl.

He glanced at the Jensen Family people in the middle of the Peach Blossom field and said coldly, “Hurry up and make them scram. If they don’t scram, I’ll bulldoze them along with the land!”

The leader of the young thugs was a young man with dyed blonde hair.

Upon hearing Arthur Corl’s words, he immediately raised his club, pointing at the Jensen Family and said:

“Did you hear that? Our boss said to scram. If you don’t, we’ll flatten you all together!”

Seeing this, Greg Jensen felt like his lungs were about to explode with rage. He immediately picked up the phone and called Big Liu, asking him to bring reinforcements immediately.

Then, passing through the crowd, he arrived in the middle of the vegetable field.

“Greg, why are you here? Get back! You might get hurt later.”

Uncle Er knew Greg could fight, but he also knew he wasn’t the sharpest, and fearing he might get into trouble, immediately put on a stern face, hoping to send Greg away.

However, Greg simply shook his head and looked towards Arthur Corl and his group.

On the other side, the blonde seeing that the Jensen Family members hadn’t budged, felt his pride was at stake, and said coldly:

“Are you all deaf? Was the beating not harsh enough? I’ll count to three and if you don’t move, you’ll get a taste of my real power.”

“One!”

“Two…”

“Three!”

When he finished counting, the Jensen Family members only looked at him with that cold gaze, not one of them backing down.

Frustrated, the blonde yelled, “Don’t blame me for not giving you a chance! Brothers, teach them a good lesson!”

“Yes, boss!”

Before he had finished speaking, dozens of young men rushed forward.

“Let’s fight them!”

Uncle San, aging yet vigorous, grabbed a shovel and squeezed out of the crowd. Before he could steady himself, Greg pushed him back among the villagers. The shovel in his hand was now in Greg’s.

The next second, the Jensen Family saw a blur and Greg, holding the shovel, charged out.

“Greg, come back!”

“Greg…”

The Jensen Family was startled. A few young men, fearing Greg might get hurt, quickly grabbed their tools and followed him.

However, before they could get close, they were stunned by the scene before them.

Greg was swinging the shovel with fierce force, knocking down four or five people in the blink of an eye.

Then he threw himself like a wolf among sheep, making the thugs weep and wail for mercy.

Bang bang bang…

A series of rapid slapping sounds arose, and a third of the attackers were already down on the ground.

Seeing this, the young members of the Jensen Family hurriedly joined the battle.

The remaining Jensen men, not to be outdone, saw the young men charging and picked up their farm tools to join the fray.

The stronger middle-aged men charged at the front, landing ruthless blows on anyone they encountered.

The weaker women and the elderly followed behind, cleaning up any of the younger assailants who tried to get back up by knocking them senseless.

Arthur Corl, who stood at a distance, saw this scene and his expression darkened.

The inspector beside him furrowed his brows and asked, “Who is that lad? He’s quite a fighter.”

“Inspector Zheng, that’s Greg Jensen, the well-known fool from Peach Blossom Village with a bit of strength,” explained Corl.

Corl then turned to a bodyguard next to him and ordered, “You go, take care of that fool for me.”

“Yes, boss.”

The bodyguard had a lean figure with a long scar on his face, appearing quite ferocious.

He drew a dagger and, focusing on Greg Jensen in the crowd, charged forward. In the process, he intentionally changed his path a few times to avoid Greg Jensen’s line of sight, aiming to stealthily approach from behind.

Inspector Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked, “What did your bodyguard used to do?”

Corl chuckled and said with a hint of pride, “Hehe, 1 don’t know the specifics; I just once saved him, and then he stayed by my side.”

The bodyguard had been an assassin and later got injured and tired of that life before Corl recruited him.

With him making a move, Greg Jensen was sure to go down.

Once Greg Jensen fell, those few remaining young Jensens would pose no threat at all.

As he was privately smug about his plan, a shocking change occurred in the field.

The bodyguard had reached behind Greg Jensen, about to strike with his dagger, but Greg, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, suddenly turned around and swung his shovel down with force.

If the bodyguard hadn’t dodged quickly, his head would have nearly been cleaved in half.

Even so, one of his ears was left hanging by a flap of skin.

Without any hesitation, the bodyguard threw his dagger at Greg Jensen and then turned to flee.

Slap!

But before he could get far, he was struck in the back of the head by Greg Jensen’s shovel, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

Corl’s smile instantly froze on his face; he could hardly believe how skilled Greg Jensen was, even his bodyguard stood no chance against him.

And at that moment, under Greg Jensen’s leadership, the Jensons had managed to take down all the assailants.

Seeing this, Corl could only turn his head to Inspector Zheng and said,

“Inspector Zheng, you see…”

Inspector Zheng frowned, waved at the inspectors beside him, and ordered,

“Take all those involved in the fight back to the station.”

“Yes, Inspector Zheng.”

The dozen or so inspectors responded and ran over, instantly surrounding the Jensons.

Catching sight of the inspectors taking action, Corl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He had prepared for either outcome; if those young men had managed to drive the Jensons away, all the better.

If not, he had the inspectors as backup.

Once they arrested the ringleaders, the rest would be as helpless as scattered sand, certainly handing over the land obediently.

“On what grounds are you arresting us? We were merely defending ourselves!” “Right, you didn’t take action when they were beating people, but now that they can’t win, you come to arrest us?”

“You don’t arrest the brutal attackers but instead capture us who were just defending ourselves how does that make sense?”

At that moment, the Jensen family, seeing the inspectors moving to make arrests, immediately raised an uproar.

But the lead inspector didn’t care about their complaints, knocked down a person in front of him, and shouted at the crowd, “Enough talk! Hands on your heads and squat down.. Keep it civil, and we’ll talk at the station!”