"Do you know how arrogant that guy was?" Jose got out of the car, looking troubled. He said, "Mister Campbell, that guy almost risked his life. Let's not compete with him. He'll run into trouble eventually." "F*ck. I better not see him next time!" Faron kicked a mineral water bottle on the ground away. Wilbur walked over to ask, "Jose, what's going on with you guys? What happened?" Jose replied bitterly, "I was racing with Mister Campbell. We ran into a risky guy in a luxury car. He thought we were provoking him, so he tailed us and stopped us halfway. Mister Campbell was angry, so he wanted to race with him, but I stopped him. So, he's very angry right now." Wilbur comforted Faron by saying, "Alright, Faron. No need to be angry. You guys drove with one car, so he mistakenly thought you were provoking him. It's normal." "I…" Faron sighed. Then, he said, "Alright, consider that punk lucky!" Wilbur said, "Faron, I have a favor to ask." "What is it? Feel free to tell me, bro
"Yeah. According to my sources, Gaben Sun will attend an underground auction tonight with his collectibles. I heard that Gaben's collectibles are worth ten million dollars. It's impossible for someone like him to purchase collectibles worth ten million dollars." "I got it." "What will you do about this, bro?" "Don't alarm the enemy. Make some arrangements. We'll attend the auction tonight." "Alright." Wilbur changed his appearance at night into Trevor Penn and went to an underground bar in Seechertown with Faron. Faron took out his invitation card and led Wilbur into the underground auction. They found seats in the back row and waited for a while, then they saw Gaben walking in with a young man. "F*ck, that's him!" Faron wanted to get up. Wilbur quickly stopped him and said, "Don't be reckless. Do you know him?" Faron endured his anger and replied, "That's the guy who raced me last night. He has no sportsmanship! He flipped me off and spat at me." Wilbur looked at the
"I'll bid three hundred and fifty thousand dollars!" "Three hundred and eighty thousand dollars!" "I'll bid five hundred thousand dollars!" Everyone went silent after a middle-aged man offered the five hundred thousand dollar bid. No one thought the bronze cauldron was worth more than that, after all. The bronze cauldron was the size of a teapot. It would not be so valuable even if it was a royal item. "Five hundred thousand dollars going once!" "Five hundred thousand dollars going twice!" Wilbur raised the sign on his hand at that moment and said, "One million dollars!" "One million dollars! This gentleman calls for one million dollars. Are there any higher bids than one million dollars?" "What a miracle!" "One million dollars going once!" "One million dollars going twice!" "One million dollars sold!" The host sealed the deal with the gavel. The bronze cauldron belonged to Wilbur in the end with one million dollars. Wilbur was hesitant at first, but when the br
"You lost last time. Don't you want to try again?" Faron was instantly furious upon seeing his punkish demeanor. He said coldly, "Get in the car." Wilbur and Faron got into the car. He got out of his parking space, and the young man immediately drove next to him. He rolled down the window to talk to Faron. Faron rolled down the windows and asked, "How are we going about this race?" The young man spat his chewing gum at Faron's face at that moment. He sneered coldly and stepped on the gas, causing his luxury cars to start moving right away. He sneered coldly and yelled, "You win if you can catch up to me!" "Motherf*ck!" Faron wiped the chewing gum off of his face and threw it on the ground. Wilbur said, "Now I understand why you were so angry. Drive. You have my full support." "Thanks, bro. That's all I want to hear." Vroom! Faron stepped on the gas and his car shot out lighting a flash of lightning. It quickly caught up to the young man. The young man saw that Faron was
Faron controlled the car and gradually closed the distance. This time, his opponent could no longer accelerate because the McLaren had almost reached its limit. "Damn it! How can I lose to that punk?" the man glanced at the rearview mirror, then pulled out a pistol from a backpack on the passenger seat. He smirked and said, "Since that's the case, then all of you can just die!" In the fast-moving lane, the man suddenly leaned out, aiming a shot at Faron's car. The bullet instantly hit the right front tire of the Ferrari. With a bang, the tire deflated, and the Ferrari began to shake violently. The man grinned, saying, "Heh, I just need to use the same old trick. Shoot out the tire with one shot, then blow up the gas tank with another. The car will explode as it rolls, and the fire will consume all the evidence." With that in mind, the man with the baseball cap aimed again at the Ferrari behind, this time targeting the gas tank. He fired, but unfortunately, there was no sound of
Wilbur nodded and said, "Yes. That's indeed the case." At that moment, Faron sat there, constantly trembling while Elsa glanced at him. Faron said, "Why are you looking at me? My mind is still in a mess. Don't ask me." Wilbur asked, "Can we leave now?" Elsa replied, "Because this matter is quite serious, based on what we know now, I'm afraid you'll still need to wait a bit longer." "Alright, then. We'll wait a bit longer." After daybreak, the personnel from the Criminal Investigation Brigade returned. Through their investigation, they found a handgun on the burnt McLaren car, and ballistic analysis confirmed that the two bullets came from this handgun. Even though the Criminal Investigation Brigade was not clear on why the driver fired a second shot to burst his own car's tire after shooting at the vehicle behind, it was now established as a fact. The man brought it upon himself, reaping what he sowed. He sent his own car down a cliff after failing to disrupt the balance o
Since there was a single dragon cauldron and a triple dragon cauldron, then there should be seven other bronze cauldrons, making a total of nine bronze cauldrons. Thinking of this, Wilbur became very excited. Although the one-dragon cauldron and three-dragon cauldron could absorb and store a large amount of dragon aura at that moment, and both cauldrons had yet to be filled, Wilbur knew that as his cultivation improved, the dragon aura produced in his body would inevitably increase. By that time, more bronze cauldrons would naturally be needed to absorb and store his dragon aura. Therefore, these bronze cauldrons were extremely important to Wilbur, especially when considering the Light Valley and the Dark Messenger. Wilbur was even more determined to accelerate his own strength. Although the people from the Light Valley let Wilbur go this time, they must have had a purpose. They were an organization that could capture ocean beasts and lay out plans on a global scale. If they chan
Tyrel kicked Gaben to the ground and cursed, "I don't need to hear that from you. Let me tell you, since I'm here in Seechertown, I'll handle this myself. I'll give you three hours. Find me the information about that person. Otherwise, I'll take your life!" "Yes, of course! Don't worry, Tyrel, I'll make sure it's done." Gaben hurriedly sent someone to inquire at the auction venue. Eventually, he found out that the person who sat next to Trevor last night was none other than Faron, the son of Orin Cambell, the governor of Kardon Province. This news startled Gaben. After all, Orin was the governor of Kardon Province, in charge of the entire province. Although Tyrel was a big shot in the underworld, he could not compare to Orin. Tyrel was originally a contractor at a construction site. Later on, he gained some fame due to a fortunate demolition. He led a group of people under him. Although Tyrel was not the big boss in Kardon Province's underworld, he was still a prominent figure.