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“The Eight Forms Mirror?”

Max Milton’s pupils involuntarily shrank, because that mirror was the only treasure among these antiques and the only scam.

Could it be that he already knew?

Max Milton looked at Greg Jensen with uncertainty, his eyes darting toward the restroom entrance, already contemplating how to escape.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen knew he had misunderstood and sneered, “I have a grudge against the Locke family too, so I won’t disclose your plan to cheat Joe Locke. I just want the origin of the Eight Forms Mirror.”

Max Milton hesitated, “Are you really not going to expose me?”

“What’s with all the nonsense?”

Greg Jensen grew impatient and said, “Do you have any other choice but to trust me?”

Knowing he was right, Max Milton hesitated for a moment and then said, “We obtained that mirror from a rustic scholar. It’s said to have protective effects, but it’s on the verge of being useless. We won’t know if it can still be used until we try.”

“What’s the name of that rustic scholar?”

Seeing hesitance on his face, Greg Jensen continued, “If you don’t tell me, I’ll go to Joe Locke right now and tell him that mirror is fake. Although I have a grudge against him, my word definitely carries more weight than yours, don’t you think?”

“I’ll tell!”

Max Milton clenched his teeth and said, “I don’t know his real name, but he has a nickname, ‘Pangolin,’ active around the Huguang area.”

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen nodded, then swiftly moved in front of Max Milton, pried open his mouth, and popped a pill of Three Greens Elixir into it.

Gulur!

“Ack…”

Max Milton stumbled back several steps, his face filled with horror, and then began to claw at his throat, trying to spit out the Three Greens Elixir.

But the Elixir melted as soon as it hit his tongue, and he even vomited up bile without seeing the shadow of the Elixir.

He looked up in terror and said with a trembling voice, “What…what did you give me to eat?”

“Nothing much, just a poison pill. Don’t be so nervous; you won’t die just yet,” Greg Jensen sneered. “It will act once a week, each time causing unbearable itching, eventually leading to scratching yourself to raw, infected skin until death.”

He then threw an antidote pill to Max, “This is the antidote. It will prevent the poison from acting for a week.”

After saying this, he walked straight out.

Max felt as if he had fallen into an ice pit. Had it been anyone else saying this to him, he would have simply thought they were bluffing.

But with Greg Jensen, it was different.

Because he had already experienced Greg Jensen’s terrifying methods once, and absolutely did not want to experience them a second time.

At this point, there was no choice but to be manipulated by the other party!

Max Milton slumped powerlessly against the wall, as if drained of all strength.

Just then, Greg Jensen suddenly returned.

Seeing this, Max tensed up again and stuttered, “What…what else do you want? I’ve already taken the poison, you…”

Greg pulled out another Three Greens Elixir and an antidote, placed them in his hand, and smiled, “Almost forgot; take this Elixir to Cole Barnett. I believe you know what to do.”

“I…”

Max looked at the Elixir in his hand and it took a good long time before he came back to his senses. When he looked up again, Greg Jensen had already left.

He gritted his teeth, secured the antidote, held on to the Three Greens Elixir, and returned to the hall.

Upon his return, Cole Barnett quickly asked, “He didn’t do anything to you, did he?”

“No, he just asked me which items were real,” Max Milton said expressionlessly.

Cole Barnett let out a sigh of relief, then asked somewhat perplexedly, “Then… he’s not pursuing the earlier matter?”

“We gave him the money, and he didn’t lose out, so what’s there to pursue?”

“True.”

Cole Barnett completely relaxed and laughed, “After last night’s deal, let’s head back south, huh? It’s too dangerous here, taking lives over the slightest provocation.”

“Hmm.”

Max Milton nodded and, seizing the moment when Cole Barnett looked up, tossed the Elixir into the other’s water cup, then nonchalantly turned his gaze to Greg Jensen.

Greg Jensen sat in his seat, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and gave Max a nod of acknowledgment.

Upon seeing this, Max let out a sigh of relief and said to Cole, “Don’t be so tense, careful not to give yourself away.”

“Uh, okay.”

“Have some water, relax a bit.”

Cole, unsuspecting, picked up his cup and drank all the water down.

Watching him, Max sighed and whispered, “Brother, I’m the one who harmed you this time.”

Cole was startled, thinking he was referring to the torment they’d suffered at Greg’s hands and said with a smile, “It’s nothing, just endured some hardship. We didn’t lose anything.

Besides, it’s all in the past now, no need to take it to heart.”

Max gave a bitter smile and said, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what is…?”

“The water was poisoned.”

Cole stared blankly, “What poison?”

“Come on out, let’s talk outside.”

Max gave him a look and walked out.

It wasn’t until then that Cole finally realized the water he had just drunk was poisoned.

His face turned pale again, and his legs went weak with fear. Seeing that Max had already left the hall, he hurriedly staggered after him.

On the other side, Quinton Creed noticed the two leaving and furrowed his brow, hesitated for a moment, and then said to Joe Locke with a smile:

“Mr. Locke, I need to use the restroom.”

“Yeah, make it quick.”

Joe Locke waved his hand impatiently and then looked intently at the Eight Forms Mirror in his hand, growing fonder of it the more he looked.

“With this Eight Forms Mirror, if the Simmons family is happy, won’t they restore the supply rights to us?”

…

Quinton Creed left the hall and asked the bodyguard at the door where Max and his companion had gone, learning they’d headed to the restroom, he quickly rushed there.

He had been somewhat wealthy himself, known as the richest man in Phoenix County, but due to a gambling addiction, he lost his entire fortune overnight.

It was then that he encountered Max and his companion, which led to the events of today.

If he hadn’t been utterly desperate, he wouldn’t have dared to deceive the Locke family even with a hundred guts.

Max and his companion were his lifeline; that’s why he was racking his brains.

He hurried to the restroom and saw the two walking out just as he arrived, and quickly asked, “Master Max, what are you guys…”

Max frowned and said coldly, “Just using the toilet, why all the fuss?”

Quinton Creed gave an awkward smile, “I’m just worried Mr. Locke might suspect something.”

“Suspect my ass!”

Cole Barnett snorted coldly, “That thing was originally not fake, it’s just about to stop working. Even if he finds out, he won’t do anything to you.”

“Alright, that’s good then.”

Quinton Creed chuckled nervously and said, “So… shall we go back?”

“You go back first. We brothers have a few words to exchange.”

“This… Okay then.”

Watching Quinton Creed depart, Cole’s demeanor immediately deflated, and with a look of anger on his face, he glared at Max, saying, “Max, you went about this all wrong!”

Max gave a bitter smile and said, “What could I do? If you hadn’t taken that Elixir, would he have let us off?”

“Sigh, indeed.”

“All right, let’s get going quickly. If we delay his business, both of us are in for it.”

“Hey, wait for me…”

Remembering Greg’s terrifying methods, Cole Barnett shuddered and quickly caught up to Max.