Chapter 231: Chapter 231 Dark Hand_1

Jay Brent’s face flushed with embarrassment, but he had nothing to say. He chuckled awkwardly, “Brother Wallace, shouldn’t we talk about evidence for this kind of thing?

Accusing me of selling the goods to two different parties for no reason, isn’t this tarnishing my reputation?”

“You still have a reputation?” Greg Jensen sneered.

Jay Brent’s expression turned cold, and he frowned, “Kid, our conversation has nothing to do with you. You’d better shut your mouth, or I won’t mind having someone throw you out.”

“Sure, call your people over. I’ll give you ten minutes, call as many as you can!”

Greg Jensen’s face was icy, and his heart was even frostier.

He didn’t even know what was happening to him; he was usually the amiable small-town youth.

But every time he encountered rotten characters, his heart would turn very cold, wishing he could just finish them off and walk away.

That would be the simplest and the most satisfying!

Was it because he had cultivated the “Yin Yang Harmony Sutra”?

Greg Jensen didn’t know the specific reasons, but he quite liked this feeling and hadn’t thought about changing it.

After all, scum like Jay Brent wouldn’t learn their lesson until they were beaten hard and subdued. Otherwise, they would go on to harm others in the future.

Jay Brent was also enraged as he glared at Greg Jensen with that mocking look in his eyes, promptly picking up the phone to call his trusted man, Eaton Harrison.

However, the phone rang for a long time but no one answered.

Just then, a flustered underling came in and said, “Boss, something terrible has happened. Eaton and the others have been beaten up by someone; they’re all sprawled in the corridor, knocked out.”

Hearing this, Jay Brent felt his brain buzz and turned his head in disbelief, only to meet a pair of eyes filled with mockery.

Eaton Harrison was knocked out in the corridor?

This meant he didn’t stand a chance to fight back, not even making a sound before being knocked out by Greg Jensen!

The driver not being able to fight back was one thing, but Eaton Harrison was one of his top fighters, and even he had been overpowered like that.

Who exactly was this Greg Jensen, and how could his skills be so formidable?

Wallace Carter watched Jay Brent, who was sweating profusely, took a sip from his teacup, and asked indifferently, “Old Brent, still want to keep calling people in?”

Jay Brent snapped back to reality, already drenched in cold sweat.

He forced himself to calm down, but the unease in his darting eyes betrayed the panic in his heart.

“Kid, was it you who injured my men?”

“Yes, it was me.”

Greg Jensen’s expression was indifferent, as if discussing something completely unrelated to himself.

Seeing his demeanor, Jay Brent grew even angrier and shouted, “Every madman’s fortune comes with disaster, are you not afraid of taking a fall?”

“Ha, I’ve taken enough falls to have the experience. Just not sure if you have the guts!” Greg Jensen scoffed.

“Enough with the nonsense, if you want to call people, hurry up. If not, let’s talk,” Greg Jensen said derisively.

Jay Brent’s face turned the color of iron, and he thought several times about making a call, but he knew even if he did bring people, they wouldn’t be able to do anything to his opponent.

This office was only so big; if too many came, the opponent could directly take him hostage. With too few, they wouldn’t even be able to beat Greg Jensen.

Call people?

To send them to their deaths?

He took several deep breaths and took a long time to compose himself before saying in a deep voice, “How do you want to talk?”

Greg Jensen said casually, “It’s very simple. I’ll take the land, and you refund Mr. Carter’s deposit, and we’ll call it even for today.”

Jay Brent laughed as if he had heard a joke, “I really don’t understand what you’re saying. Why should I give you my land?”

“I’ve paid money!”

“Your money wasn’t spent here with me; whoever took your money, go find them!”

Greg Jensen’s lips curled into a faint sneer as he asked, “Are you sure you want me to go find Eaton Harrison?”

At the mention of “Eaton Harrison,” Jay Brent’s face changed dramatically. Instinctively, he wanted to pick up his phone and call Eaton Harrison to inquire.

But seeing Greg Jensen’s mocking smile and Wallace Carter’s composed demeanor, he reluctantly retracted his hand.

How did he find out Eaton Harrison’s real name?

Could it be that they’ve captured Eaton Harrison?

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Jay Brent said, striving to remain calm.

Greg Jensen laughed and nodded, “Okay, then I’ll just sue him for fraud. By that time, you’ll definitely understand what I’m talking about.”

As he spoke, he stood up and gave Wallace Carter a meaningful glance, preparing to walk outside.

Wallace Carter stood up reluctantly. He had done everything he could. If Jay Brent still didn’t come to his senses, there was nothing more he could do; he was left to his own devices.

Seeing this scene, Jay Brent grew anxious and hastily shot a pleading look at Wallace Carter.

“Wallace…”

Wallace Carter also felt helpless. When he had called for you to back down earlier, you were showing off, trying to be tough against the other party.

Now that you can’t be tough, he wasn’t in a position to plead on your behalf anymore.

Realizing this, Jay Brent understood that they must have already caught Eaton Harrison and that he must have confessed to everything necessary.

In other words, if they wanted to, they could send Eaton Harrison away at any minute.

Once Eaton Harrison was gone, he would definitely implicate Jay Brent, and a charge of fraud would be enough to put him behind bars for years.

After a few years, when he would get out, there would no longer be a place for Jay Brent in this world.

Watching as Greg Jensen and his companion reached the door, Jay Brent could only grit his teeth and say, “Mr. Jensen, let’s… let’s talk.”

Greg Jensen paused, turned back to look at Jay Brent, and said indifferently, “You want to talk now? Well, I don’t feel like it anymore!”

“You…” Jay Brent, enraged to madness, had no option but to stare helplessly.

After a moment of hesitation, Wallace Carter spoke in a low voice, “Mr. Jensen, perhaps… give him one more chance?”

Greg Jensen turned his head, gazing calmly at Wallace Carter until Carter started to feel uneasy. Then, Greg Jensen finally turned back around and sat down on the sofa.

“First,” Greg began, “the two million should have already reached your hands, so the land is mine. Is that fair?”

“Fair!”

At this stage, Jay Brent wouldn’t dare utter a word of protest and eagerly agreed.

“Second,” Greg continued, “the earnest money paid by Wallace Carter is to be returned. Any problem with that?”

“That…”

Jay Brent hesitated; the land parcel was worth much more than two million under normal circumstances. He had offered that price mainly to lure Greg Jensen into the trap.

If he returned Wallace Carter’s earnest money too, then he would be at a significant loss.

“Any problem?” Greg prodded.

“No… no problem.”

When under someone else’s roof, one has no choice but to bow one’s head.

Jay Brent sighed helplessly.

Greg Jensen chuckled, taking out a Three Green Pill and said blandly, “Open your mouth. This is the third condition.”

He had thought it over; relying solely on the covert efforts of Brandon Brent and Theo Carter might not be enough to bring down Ethan Locke.

If they added the overt efforts of Jay Brent, that should probably do it.

As for why he didn’t present the Three Green Pill at the first opportunity, he wanted to gauge Jay Brent’s attitude at the time.

If Jay Brent still showed no sign of repentance, Greg Jensen would rather not have this hidden asset.