The look of distress on Yoan's face confirmed Lashawn's suspicions that something was off. "What's the matter, Mister Dommy?" Yoan's phone slipped out of his hands and onto the ground with a clatter. Meanwhile, his expression slowly changed into one of utter terror. From how angry and panicked his father sounded, Yoan knew for a fact that this man was terrifying beyond any of their imagination, and they were screwed. Lashawn and the others could not help but panic at the look on Yoan's face as well. "What's going on, Mister Dommy? Come on, dude!" They felt like there was no reason to look so scared, even if Wilbur was really powerful. If they could not beat him, they would just get a stronger fighter to sort him out. If that didn't work either, they would reach out to Special Forces. There was no way this guy was above the law. Lashawn, Hacent, and Kyle blinked in confusion. Tyler was all the more at a loss for words, standing there in a daze, unsure what was happenin
Even Lashawn and the rest of the Nichetown princes were struck dumb. Did that mean that all these people were here… just because of this guy? But… even if he happened to be some rich heir from Northseecher, someone as powerful as Secretary Howie would not be showing such respect to him. None of it made sense at all. Just then, Wilbur frowned at Tony. "Yeah, you are pretty responsible for the people of Emerald Province to be behaving like this." The words scared the wits out of Lashawn and the rest. This man had even dared to criticize Tony Howie. Who was he, really? Tony was the only one who knew Wilbur's identity as a member of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. That identity alone was enough to deem him untouchable. It was important to note that Albert Joeman had eyes everywhere, and it was also alleged that Wilbur and Mister Benjamin Grayson were buddies. How many people could call themselves a buddy of Benjamin Grayson? This man was terrifying in
Sure enough, Tony said, "Arrest Yoan Dommy, Hacent Zeller, Lashawn Saffer, Kyle Zinn, and Tyler Moquel immediately. Have them interrogated and punished as necessary." A few Special Agents officers stepped forward at once to hold these men down. "Sawyer, your son threatened someone physically and caused a public disturbance. Your responsibility in this is undeniable, and you shall be suspended from all your duties to cooperate with the investigation," Tony continued, looking at Sawyer. Sawyer knew that his fate was now sealed and could only nod wordlessly. He already knew who Wilbur was. There was no hope for Sawyer now, not after his own son had offended someone like that so terribly. Tony looked around him coldly, shouting, "Arrest all of them!" The Special Forces agents handcuffed all guilty parties and took them out of the diner. It was only then that Tony finally left with everyone else. After they were gone, the remaining people in the diner broke out into discus
Wilbur said in a deep voice, "I told you not to worry about the money, right? If ten billion dollars isn't enough, I'll send you a hundred billion. Just remember to manage the framework and structure of the church to prevent any troubles from arising." Karl fell silent for a beat, before saying, "I'll do as you have ordered then, Your Holiness." "Alright. Protect Catherine, too. Her safety should be your highest priority," Wilbur said before hanging up. After that, he verified his identity to have the ten billion dollars he had just made sent over to Karl. Wilbur really had hit a bump in the road now. He had made it all sound so easy, but money didn't grow on trees at the end of the day. Ten billion dollars was no small amount of money, and it would be a pretty big deal to put that money anywhere. Even a nation on a slightly smaller scale would not be able to withstand something like this. The church's growth was inexplicably tied to money, but he was running out of it.
The large guy got up and walked out wordlessly. The senior was the only one left in the meeting room then. He sat down slowly with a smile on his face. "I'm sure one of the top ten assassins in the world at the Super Sanctuary level won't have a problem killing you." … Over at Sealake Island, Wilbur sat in his room, seemingly deep in thought. The mere thought of the church expenses made his head hurt. The thought of Faye and Nancy only made his head hurt even more. Wilbur let out a sigh and entered his demiplane. The flame serpent had stayed in Saturn Village and thus was nowhere to be seen. The crystal sternum lay on the ground silently, emitting a clear blue glow. Wilbur still did not know who had left behind this skeleton, but he was certain it was a human being. The structure of the skeleton looked no different from that of a human's, aside from being a lot bigger in size. With how much power these bones still held after having been around for so long, it was
Under Wilbur's hard work, the thin sword had finally been given a second attribute. Numbing. This was one of the elements of the thunder cultivation method. Any weapon with a numbing attribute would, upon breaking skin, cause the opponent to go numb in a battle. Of course, this effect differed depending on the opponent. Regular mortals would be numb for a few minutes, and Ambience level cultivators a few seconds. Even Sanctuary level cultivators would go numb for at least a second, which would be enough to cause their demise in a battle. That definitely made this sword an impressive weapon now. It was said that once a weapon was given twelve attributes, a super attribute would be forged, and it would become a true godly weapon dubbed the "Dawn of Gods." It was clear just how terrifying a weapon would be with such a name. It was a shame, however, that adding each new attribute would get subsequently more difficult. There had not been a cultivator who had succeeded
Just then, the girl across from him stood up and gathered her skirts before pointing at Wilbur. "What the hell were you doing there?" "Nothing?" Wilbur was honestly a little confused. The girl looked positively enraged. "You took an upskirt photo, didn't you?" "You've got to be kidding me," Wilbur said. The girl shouted at once, "You pervert! How dare you deny it! Give me your phone." "What's your problem, girl? Who's got the time to take photos of you? Besides, what right do you have to ask for my phone just like that?" Wilbur was honestly a little annoyed now. The girl did not back down in the slightest. She marched up to Wilbur, grabbing a fistful of his shirt before shouting, "A pervert just took upskirt photos of me! Help, somebody, help!" The girl looked young and studious in her glasses, probably a student. Her cries drew the attention of several other customers having their breakfast. They looked over and flared up in annoyance at once. The nerve of this guy,
Wilbur shook his head. He took out his phone and placed it on the table, unlocking it and sliding it over to the girl. "Have a look for yourself." The girl sneered coldly, finally letting go of Wilbur and grabbing the phone. After a thorough search that lasted seven to eight minutes, she finally handed Wilbur the phone back without a word. "Well?" Wilbur asked. The girl's expression was ashen. "It doesn't matter if I find anything. I did nothing wrong in protecting myself." "Yes, you had the right to do that, but shouldn't you apologize for accusing me so publicly?" Wilbur asked. The girl fell silent. The crowd around them, however, began to speak up. "Come on, man, she's still a kid. You can't blame her for getting worked up." "Yeah, at least it's over now." "Just be a man and turn the other cheek, yeah?" The onlookers began speaking up for the girl. Wilbur sighed to himself. What was going on in the world now? Were youths allowed to get away with things by