The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 193: Which Hand_1

Vince Cooper had never encountered such a situation before and turned pale with fright. Clutching Greg Jensen’s hand, he whispered softly, “Mr. Jensen, let’s just leave quickly.”

“Hey, don’t leave, the two of us haven’t had our turn yet.”

“Exactly…”

A few young guys, as if they hadn’t seen Greg Jensen next to them, came over with wicked smiles to pull on Vince Cooper’s hand.

Greg Jensen’s expression darkened slightly, and he lifted his foot and kicked out directly.

Bang!

The leader with the dyed yellow hair was kicked flying immediately, rolling on the ground like a gourd, spinning several times before coming to a stop.

Clutching his stomach, he staggered to his feet, pointed at Greg Jensen and cursed, “Aiden Clark, you dare to mess with me; you’re really asking for trouble, aren’t you?”

After saying this, he turned to his subordinates and commanded, “What are you dummies waiting for? Let’s go, after we deal with this kid, bring this girl back to me.

After I’ve had my fun, you guys can have her.”

“Alright!”

The rest of the young guys got excited upon hearing this, charging forward with a jumble of cries, some even pulling out knives.

The small vendors nearby scattered at the sight, all running to watch the commotion from a distance.

“Who is this guy, getting into conflict with Little Yellow and the others?”

“Who cares who he is, as long as my stall is untouched. Let them knock their brains out for all I care.”

“I say, it’d be great if they smashed my stall, then I wouldn’t have to do business today.”

“Keep dreaming!”

The onlookers discussed animatedly, while Vince Cooper was scared half to death, her face as white as paper, without a trace of color.

She clutched the corner of Greg Jensen’s clothes, urgently saying, “Mr. Jensen, let’s get out of here fast.”

“No need to worry, go stand over to the side.”

Greg Jensen pushed Vince Cooper aside, then turned around and charged at the group of young guys, quickly beating them until they cried for their fathers and mothers.

In the blink of an eye, there wasn’t one of them left standing.

Suddenly, it became quiet all around, and those watching were too shocked to speak.

“Fuck, how is this kid so fierce?”

“Fierce my ass, now he’s in big trouble.”

The yellow-haired guy standing not far away was also stunned, staring at Greg Jensen with a dumbfounded look, taking quite a while to come back to his senses.

He pointed at Greg Jensen, his voice trembling as he said, “Aiden Clark, you… you just wait, I’m one of Mr. Heng’s men. You dare to lay hands on us; I will make sure you’re dead today.”

Saying so, he took out his phone to call for backup.

Greg Jensen didn’t say anything; he just silently walked towards the yellow-haired guy.

Seeing this, the yellow-haired guy’s face turned pale, and he turned and ran, dashing several dozen meters before he stopped.

He was about to throw out some tough words, but when he turned his head, he realized that Greg Jensen was standing right in front of him.

“Ah, are you human or a ghost?”

The yellow-haired guy screamed in terror, instinctively running again, but Greg Jensen didn’t give him a chance; he grabbed his collar and violently threw him to the ground.

After a few more hits, the yellow-haired guy’s head was bleeding profusely, and he went limp.

Greg Jensen grabbed his clothes, dragged him back to the original spot, flung him hard onto the ground, and asked, “So tell me, which hand did you touch with just now?”

Having already made the call, the yellow-haired guy was expecting his brothers to arrive shortly, so he still had some defiant spirit, cursing weakly, “Aiden Clark, I’ll use whichever hand I like; what’s it to you?”

“Hmm, then it’s best to scrap both hands.”

Greg Jensen nodded solemnly, about to make his move when suddenly a group of more than a dozen people rushed over, each wielding a weapon.

Leading them was a man with a scarred face, holding a watermelon knife.

When the small vendors saw this man, they all changed color and retreated further back.

The scar-faced man seemed to enjoy this reaction, laughing coldly, stopping a short distance away. He glanced at the yellow-haired guy on the ground and then at Greg Jensen and said in a deep voice,

“Kid, where are you from? Daring to lay hands on my men, you’ve got some guts, don’t you?”

Blondie, seeing Scarface, suddenly got excited and shouted, “Scarface bro, beat this kid to death…”

Just then, Greg Jensen lifted a foot, aiming to stomp down on Blondie’s left hand.

Scarface’s complexion changed, and he bellowed, “Stop!”

Crack!

Greg Jensen, as if he hadn’t heard, brutally stomped down.

Following the crisp sound of breaking bones, Blondie immediately let out a scream, “Scarface bro, save me…”

“Keep talking, I’m listening!”

Greg Jensen sneered coldly, lifting his foot again, targeting Blondie’s other hand.

Crack!

“Aiden Clark, are you looking for death?”

Amidst Scarface’s roar of rage, Blondie’s other hand was also crushed.

Greg Jensen looked up, all the while grinding his foot on Blondie’s broken hand and said to Scarface, “Your brother felt up my girlfriend, and I taught him a lesson, should I not have?”

“Should your ass!”

Scarface roared furiously, leading his men as they charged forward.

Bang!

Greg Jensen kicked Blondie unconscious with a single blow and then faced the oncoming group as if nothing was amiss.

At this moment, the onlookers had long since retreated dozens of meters away, not wanting to get involved with Greg Jensen.

Meanwhile, Vince Cooper stood still, her small fists tightly clenched, watching Greg Jensen with an anxious expression.

She knew Greg Jensen was formidable, but the opposing side had brought too many people.

She felt a tinge of regret, thinking that it wouldn’t have been so bad to let that touch slide, why create trouble for Mr. Jensen.

But she quickly changed her mind, because in a blink, Greg Jensen had knocked all of those dozen or so men brought by Scarface to the ground, even landing a couple of punches on Scarface’s face.

“Just who in the hell are you?”

Scarface, panting heavily and wearing a grave expression, looked at Greg Jensen.

He too had been through life and death situations, but aside from those skilled in martial arts, he had seldom seen anyone as formidable as Greg Jensen.

Greg Jensen indifferently said, “What does who I am have to do with you? Does an ordinary citizen deserve to be bullied by you?”

“I’m one of Wallace Carter’s men.”

Scarface frowned, “Kid, give your name, don’t stir up trouble in the wrong place.”

Greg Jensen sneered, “Are you worthy?”

Scarface’s face darkened, “Don’t be ungrateful!”

“Enough with the nonsense. At this point, why the hell are you trying to get chummy with me?”

“You’re asking for it!”

Scarface, furious, charged forward with his knife.

Bang!

Greg Jensen didn’t bother with pleasantries, delivering a feint kick straight to Scarface’s head. Scarface went down like a log, crashing to the ground.

All he felt was his brain going fuzzy; it took him a good while to come back to his senses, struggling to sit up from the ground, only to see Greg Jensen standing in front of him, watching coldly.

Scarface, still defiant, cursed, “If you’ve got the guts, beat me to death, otherwise…”

Just then, a car approached from the distance, its lights blinding Scarface.

Moments later, Wallace Carter hurried down from the car, and seeing the people lying on the ground, his face immediately turned ashen.

Scarface, seeing Wallace Carter arrive, as though he had found his backbone, was suddenly overjoyed and excitedly said, “Boss Carter, this kid beat up our guys!”