Wilbur was just wondering what to say in response to Faye's father, who was being nothing but demanding and arrogant. He saw Faye come in, and scrambled to say, "Faye! Your dad's here." Faye jumped, and then her expression turned cold. "What are you doing here?" "What? Can't I visit my own daughter?" Fabian scowled as well. Wilbur did not know what to say. It did not seem like the two got along well at all. Faye said, "I'm fine. I don't need you to visit me. Go mind your own business." "What's the meaning of that? What the hell did I do?" Fabian fumed. Faye was positively furious. "What do you think?" Wilbur scrambled to pat Faye's back, sitting her down on the couch. "Don't be rash. Let's talk this out." He had never expected Faye's father to show up, and for the encounter to be so aggressive. Faye sat down, turning her face to the side. Fabian put out his cigarette with a frown. "You're not getting any younger and you know that. I found you someone in Howl City, t
"Uhh… I guess I'm a little involved, but uhh… I can't make the decision for you, so…" Wilbur stuttered. Faye sighed, smiling painfully. "I know. I won't give you a hard time about this, Boss. I'll handle this on my own." "Uhh… Faye, what does your father do for a living? It feels like he's a pretty big deal, huh?" Wilbur tried to change the topic. Faye scoffed. "He's the gang leader in Howl Province, Endler City. Got rich and successful thanks to one woman, and then forgot all about her. Until now, that is." "Ahh, no wonder," Wilbur said with a frown. Faye smiled all of a sudden. "Say, do you think my position in Cape would be affected if I were to agree to the marriage?" "Of course not," Wilbur replied without hesitation. Faye's smile froze on her face, and she sighed softly. Wilbur said at once, "That's not what I meant! If you don't want to do it, you shouldn't be forced into it. Even if that's what your father wants." "You don't know what he's like. He's going to
"What's the matter?" Wilbur frowned at the dumbfounded Faron. A while later, Faron shook his head. "Dude, you're crazy. This place had to be worth almost a billion dollars. Even I would never receive something like this." "Yeah, but that's because you never had the guts to say yes. I'm pretty sure you'd own this and much more if you were just a little bolder," Wilbur said. Faron chuckled. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I'd be in jail if I had been bolder." "You know that better than me." The two of them walked past the square in the middle of the island, entering the forest at the back. There were about thirty to forty homestays slightly hidden in the forest, looking elegant and sophisticated. Wilbur found the closest one that was empty and went inside. The house was equipped like a regular homestay, with the basic necessities and some decor. "Have a seat!" Wilbur gestured for Faron to sit down. He walked around the room first, then sat down next to Faron. "Here, have
"Thanks, Bro," Faron said feebly before beginning to meditate. Wilbur watched over him silently. The cultivation method Wilbur had channeled into Faron was his own Dragon's Chant, but Faron would not be able to reach Wilbur's level without the Dragonsoul. Yet this meant that Faron had taken a step into the world of cultivation and was officially a cultivator. What he could achieve in the future would depend on himself. … Over at the police station, Elsa sat behind her desk in her office with her brows tightly furrowed. Remy had confessed to everything after an afternoon of tense interrogation. All the men and women who took part in Remy's shows had been forced into doing so by Remy himself, who had also drugged them to perform under its influence. They had also tracked the message Remy had sent out on a computer, and it led to one of the higher-ups of Seechertown. Just as Elsa had put out a warrant for this person's arrest, he had already run away. That was alright,
Elsa was a little annoyed by Ryder's attitude. However, this was the help her superior sent her, and there was not much she could say about it. "Alright. This is Wilbur Penn, a friend of mine. He's here to help with the case too. We'll be working together." Ryder glanced at Wilbur. "Is he part of your team?" "No, he's just a friend," Elsa replied. Ryder said emotionlessly, "I'm sorry, but my work forbids the presence of outsiders. Tell him to leave." Elsa flushed awkwardly. "Mr. Penn here is a cultivator too, and I'm certain that the case will move along much smoother if we work together." "That isn't necessary," Ryder said, his expression unchanged. Elsa did not know what to say. Who was this guy, and why was he acting like this? Wilbur said to Elsa, "That's fine. I was busy, anyway. You can go on your own. I'm sure things will be fine with Mr. Litwing here." Wilbur turned to leave after that. He had no time to waste on rude people like this. Elsa could only send W
Very soon, the officers detained seven suspects and gathered all of them on the porch. Elsa glanced at them with a frown. "Is that all?" "There's no one else." "Did we get all the drugs?" "We got all the drug-making equipment. This is definitely where the drug production took place." "F*ck my life," Elsa cursed out loud. It seemed like the dealer had run off. How did he know about this raid? Just then, Ryder walked over and glanced at the seven suspects. His gaze flickered, stopping on the third person. It was a man, so skinny that he looked positively ill. He picked up the super cannon and aimed it at the man. "What are you doing? You're going to blow his brains out!" Elsa shouted. How was this bony-looking man going to take a bullet from the super cannon? Yet Ryder's expression was ashen. "He's a cultivator. I can sense the spirit energy from him." Elsa got a fright, drawing her gun and shouting at her team to back away. She knew that the average person was no m
A few meters away, the man was lying in a large pool of blood. The crowd could not help but let out a sigh of relief. Elsa patted her chest as she asked, "Are you alright?" "I'm fine." Ryder put his rifle away, his expression remained as icy as ever. Elsa started walking towards the man slowly. There was a wound around the size of a fist on the man's waist, with blood gushing from it steadily. Elsa's chest lurched at the sight. It seemed the super cannon that was powerful enough to completely crush a human being had only made a hole in this man. That was how strong a cultivator was. Regardless, the hole was big enough for Elsa to know the man was either heavily wounded or dead. Just as she was about to reach him, a hissing sound escaped from the man's mouth. Elsa froze, stopping in her tracks as she gestured for her team to back off. It was important to be as careful as possible when dealing with a cultivator. Ryder was a little shocked as well. He picked up his rifle
Wilbur frowned. "Wasn't that Ryder guy there? He's an Ambience level cultivator, so he should be able to handle the situation." "I don't think he can. He had a super cannon on him, but he still couldn't kill that beast. He's gone after it unarmed. I'm afraid he might be in danger." "What happened?" Wilbur asked. Elsa told him everything, and Wilbur's brows were tightly furrowed by the time she was done. "Come on, say something!" Elsa panicked. Wilbur said, "I don't know what method this person is using to cultivate, but it's definitely less than savory. Ryder won't be a match for him." "I can see that! That's why I came looking for you," Elsa said. Wilbur glanced at her. "Well, I'm just an outsider." "Dude, are you seriously harping on that at a time like this?" "No, I just didn't like the attitude that Ryder guy gave me." "Come on, just do this for me right now. Get the monster first, and I'll make Ryder apologize to you." "I don't need that. How about you get so