The Emily before her would only act this way after doing something wrong. Could it not be a misunderstanding? Could it really be...true!"Sorry, Susan... Please forgive us!"Jason was dumbfounded. Forgive? Sorry? What was going on here? He was only getting more confused by her words. This could have been explained in a sentence. No, something was fishy. Did Emily have reservations?He frowned, glancing around. To his shock, there was someone behind Emily - Peter Cook, currently glowering at him."This is..." Seeing this, Susan's expression also turned ugly. Her face changing, she asked, "Emily, what...what exactly are you trying to say? Why apologize to me? Is it a misunderstanding, or...""Susan, stop asking. This is all my fault. I won't disturb you two. I only hope you won't blame Jason. You must wait for me to return, you have to believe me.""Remember, don't blame him. You must believe me!" Emily said with brimming eyes before hurriedly leaving.Hearing this, Susan's pretty fa
He could see Jason's BJJ already had attainments. He was undoubtedly a genius among martial practitioners. Just then, a disdainful snort sounded. "What crappy BJJ, just some old geezers prancing around uselessly. All show and no substance. Boasting about beating three or four people, really vain.""No need for three or four men, my one fist could send you scurrying for your teeth. Some major sect, hah! Boy, becoming his disciple is still worse than joining my Northern Faction. I could have you beat over ten men alone, easy!""Oh? Northern Faction?"Jason looked up to see a bare-armed man swaggering towards them contemptuously. His arms were powerful and muscular, clearly marking him as a martial arts expert. A Northern Faction member? Yet another one from the Northern Faction. It seemed Benjamin Howard was right after all. They had come, albeit separately instead of together.But the old man in white exercise clothes had turned ashen, shocked and furious as he demanded, "You arroga
"Damned worthless soft style still thinks it can beat me? Keep dreaming!" Jeremy raged, exceedingly frustrated. How was he still fighting an old geezer for so long?Jason made a soft sound of approval. There was hope; Jeremy's mind was in disarray. If this continued, Stewart would surely prevail.Indeed, looks could be deceiving! No wonder Steel had praised this man.The more Jeremy fought, the more stifled he felt, miserable beyond belief. Each punch seemed to strike cotton, dissolved by the old man. Surrounding spectators laughed and jeered, shaming him further.That a big strong youth like him still couldn't beat an old man was humiliating beyond endurance. "Damn you, you forced me to this." Jeremy's eyes turned icy cold. Seizing an opening, he suddenly pulled out a dagger from behind, slicing Stewart's wrist as he attacked."What? Argh...despicable, shameless! How can you ambush with a weapon during a martial arts exchange?" Stewart raged.But Jeremy pressed his advantage relentl
"Not good, dodge quickly!" Stewart cried in alarm. He did not believe Jason could match Jeremy at all. The gap was too great for a direct confrontation. "Ignorant brute, allow me to demonstrate what true BJJ is!" Jason declared firmly, expression calm.As the sharp blade descended, Jason remained unruffled, even putting one hand behind his back. He fully intended to defeat Jeremy single-handedly. With a subtle footwork maneuver, he extended one hand at an unhurried pace to intercept Jeremy's wrist."What? This...this kung fu?" Jeremy gaped in disbelief, wondering if his eyes were deceiving him. Such a slow move should not have succeeded. By all logic, his own attack should have connected first!But reality differed from imagination. Jason simply twisted, a crisp snap sounded, and the arm was bent grotesquely into a pretzel shape. Before Jeremy could react, a smooth hip throw sent him crashing heavily onto the hard concrete, screaming in anguish from the pain."Ahhh...my hand...ahhh
He deeply looked down on Jason. If not for him and Susan, their Runhe Medicine Company would be thriving instead of nearly bankrupt. So if he got a chance to viciously humiliate and retaliate against those two, he would go all out!Hearing this, Mr. Flores' face darkened again. Another rude young Brown, it seemed.Old Stewart also frowned in displeasure. "Mr. Gray, are all you Brown young masters this ill-mannered? Nothing but barbed insults, no wonder Mr. Flores was so offended last time." Jason was someone he admired, skilled in martial arts. How could he tolerate such arrogance? His impression of the Brown Family sank even lower!But Jason just said coolly, "No need to bother with him, old Stewart. Just a yapping fly. Since you're fine now, I'll take my leave."He had intended to browse around but Alexander Brown's words reminded him of something. He really was broke now. Mary Martinez had shamelessly taken his Worldwide Black Card, claiming it as hers. The $1 million was kept b
"Old Stewart, I'm truly unworthy of your kindness," Jason said, visibly moved. But Adam Stewart just smiled. "There's no need to stand on ceremony, my young friend. I trust you will not disappoint me!"Then, with a mocking look at Alexander Brown, "Well, will you take this generous offer or not?"Breathing heavily, eyes bloodshot, Alexander Brown gritted his teeth and snarled, "Let's gamble then! Who's afraid of who? You're the ones who proposed this yourselves!" After all, it was a billion dollars! Even if he sold all his shares, how much would they be worth? He'd be a fool not to take such a windfall, especially since the old man dared propose it in the first place. That meant he was confident. Having taught Robert Brown everything he knew about appraising gems, he was just as skilled in this arena. His reputation in the Emerald City gambling scene was unmatched. What did he have to fear from a nobody like Jason?This gamble over gems...he'd definitely win!Yet unbeknownst to him
But one more look at Jason dissolved all his worries. He couldn't help but sneer derisively, "What's this, not even choosing a stone? Ready to forfeit already?" "It's not too late to beg for mercy now. But that billion dollar pendant will be mine!" he declared.Hearing this, old Stewart remained expressionless, while Mr. Flores gnashed his teeth furiously. "Boy, time's almost up! Hurry and go pick a jade rough stone. I'll loan you however much you need!"But Jason just smiled lightly in response. "Thank you for the kind offer Mr. Flores, but there's no need. I'll just buy this one. I've only got $6.5 left, just enough for it."As he spoke, he casually pointed toward a fist-sized sightseeing rock by the pond, covered in green moss. It looked as if it had been lying there for ages, clearly garbage among garbage. The crowd gaped, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Had he gone mad or was he just giving up? Choosing a useless rock like that? Was he deliberately messing with them?Seeing thi
Even Mr. Flores shook his head. It was over, no more hope. Struggling now was futile! Alexander Brown clutched his stomach, roaring with laughter. "With your piece of trash rock, if you can really cut out anything good, I'll give you my ice jade! How hilarious!""Fine, I'll hold you to that. Master, cut it!" Jason's eyes lit up, as if afraid Alexander Brown would go back on it.But the crowd only laughed even harder. What an idiot! Was there anyone so preposterous in this world?He actually thought he still had hope of winning?The stone cutting master looked impatient. What was there to cut from this piece of junk? But unable to ignore the clamoring, he casually made a slicing motion at one corner.It was to thoroughly crush their hopes. With one slice, the rock corner easily fell away. But in that instant, the venue fell dead silent. The cutter still thought it worthless trash. Without even glancing at it, he held up the refuse and said, "See, this kind of rotten rock, I wouldn