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Chapter 671

Chapter 671

Seeing Chris's expression, Peter Jefferson chuckled. The Dragon Emblem fragment was a martial world treasure. Countless people fought life and death battles for it. It was normal for Chris to have such a reaction.

Suddenly, Peter Jefferson's expression turned serious: "Chris, I'll entrust you with this Dragon Emblem fragment. It was left behind by my ancestor, and I hope you can take good care of it. If one day, you use this fragment for evil deeds, I swear I'll never let you off, even at the cost of my life!" As his words fell, Peter Jefferson's eyes shot out terrifying rays of light. Chris solemnly nodded: "Old man, rest assured, I'll definitely take good care of this Dragon Emblem fragment and won't let anyone use it for evil deeds!"

Upon hearing this, Peter Jefferson's aura instantly retracted, and he seemed to become an ordinary old man again. "Please accept this small token of appreciation,” he said.

Chris carefully stored the Dragon Emblem fragment and took out a ten-billion-dollar cash check from his pocket, placing it on the table. He had once thought about rebuilding the valley. Now, he took out ten billion to help rebuild the cemetery, which was considered a good deed.

Peter Jefferson glanced at the cash check, accepted it without hesitation. Compared to the Dragon Emblem fragment, ten billion was just a small amount.

"By the way, old man, there's this too!" Chris suddenly remembered something and took out a fist manual.

Looking at the manual, Peter Jefferson fell into deep thought. Moments later, he sighed softly: "Take this manual with you.”

"Old man, this is your village's possession. How can I take it away?" Chris asked, his tone surprised. "Heh," Peter Jefferson laughed self-deprecatingly, "If it were ten years ago, I wouldn't have given you this manual no matter what! Unfortunately, I'm old now and don't have the time and energy to teach the villagers these martial techniques.”

"Since they've become accustomed to being farmers, I shouldn't disturb them.” This was the choice of the times. Once an opportunity was lost, it might be gone for a lifetime! Besides, who said being a farmer wasn't good? Living a peaceful and healthy life wasn't bad, right?

As he spoke, a smile that Chris didn't understand appeared on Peter Jefferson's face. What was life? Chris was still young and couldn't understand, but the old man had long understood...

As he spoke, Peter Jefferson hummed a tune and leisurely walked away. In the silent night, his relaxed and joyful voice echoed until it gradually faded...

When Peter Jefferson walked to a place where Chris could no longer sense him, he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of black blood! Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he shook his head and muttered, "I'm old; even if I don't want to admit it, I can't avoid it. I wonder how much longer I can hold on?"

For centenarian Peter Jefferson, this action had taken a significant toll on his physical strength. Moreover, he had exchanged a punch with Zen, which further exhausted his already frail body. Peter Jefferson sighed again: "I'm old; it's time for me to die... With the gratitude of the Dragon Emblem and Meteor Fist, Chris will surely protect the Jefferson family village, and I'll have no regrets..."

For Peter Jefferson, his most significant concern was the villagers of the Jefferson family village. As long as the villagers lived well, he would have no regrets.

With that, Peter Jefferson walked away, his steps appearing weak and unsteady, evoking sympathy. At that time, Chris put away the Meteor Fist manual and headed towards his residence.

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