"Make your move!"
Jay Brent stood beside Ethan Locke, shouted down below, and then silently retreated backward.
"Greg Jensen, you think you're such a good fighter? There are over a hundred people here, what good can your fighting do..."
Ethan Locke's words were cut off halfway as the smile on his face suddenly froze because those youngsters not only did not attack Greg Jensen, they actually charged into the villa.
"Jay Brent, what's going on?"
Ethan Locke turned around sharply, only to find that Jay Brent had already taken the Fragrant Spirit Grass and retreated to the stairs.
He was immediately shocked and pointed at Jay Brent, "Catch him for me!"
Before his words fell, several men in black lingering around Ethan Locke immediately rushed over, two toward Jay Brent and another two reaching for the Fragrant Spirit Grass.
Jay Brent's face showed a slight change as he clutched the plant and dashed downstairs.
