"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.
Tyrel slapped Gaben across the face and cursed, "Can't you speak like a human being? Have you no shame?" "I… I'm sorry." Gaben lowered his head, not daring to speak further. A murderous intent flashed in Tyrel's eyes as he continued to curse, "No matter what, my son is dead, and Orin's son has to die!" "But, that's Mister Cambell's son. Tyrel, if you provoke him, we'll all be finished." "What's this? Are you scared now?" Tyrel grabbed Gaben's clothes and said, "Let me tell you, I have evidence of your crimes. We're in the same boat now. If you dare to talk about this, I won't spare you." "I… Tyrel, how could I betray you?" Gaben was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He originally wanted to befriend Tyrel and make some extra money together. But unexpectedly, things did not go as planned, and now he was in this dilemma. Gaben knew very well that if Tyrel insisted on confronting Orin, then he would lose his usefulness. However, if Gaben did not cooperate with Tyrel and
Wilbur arrived at the entrance of Sealake Island with his men and found Jose lying on the ground. At that moment, Faye was already being held by the other party. With a quick glance, Wilbur estimated that there were probably over twenty people on the other side. "Tyrel, they're here." "Wilbur!" "Faye, don't be afraid, I'm here." Wilbur locked eyes with Tyrel, who stared and said, "You're Wilbur?" "Yes, I am Wilbur. I don't think I know you. At least, she is innocent. Could you let her go first, and then we can talk?" Tyrel stared and said, "You're right, we don't know each other, and this time, I'm not here for you. I can release her, but you must promise me, you cannot interfere in this matter!" "Tyrel, it's really you!" At this moment, Faron said, "You're here for me, right? That guy, he's your son, isn't he?" "Yes, Mister Campbell, you guessed it right. That person who raced against you and eventually fell off the cliff was my son. My son lost his life. What do you
"Hmph, ten million? Do you think you're dismissing a mere beggar? I can easily earn thirty to fifty million with just one project. Your ten million is nothing! Besides, now that my son is gone, what use is your money to me? Let me tell you, this is not something money can solve. No matter how much money you give me, whether it's a billion or a hundred billion, I won't accept it, because this money can't bring back my son's life." Faron's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Fine! If you don't want money, what do you want?" "I… I only want one thing, and that is for you to die." At that moment, a black-robed figure standing beside Tyrel shifted slightly. Tyrel said, "No need, step back. I thought torturing Faron would make me happy, but every time I see him, I'm reminded of my dead son, and I just want to kill him." While Tyrel was speaking, Wilbur had already activated his pores, releasing his dragon aura. Soon, his dragon aura pervaded the area. At that moment, the black-robed