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
"I hope you will accept this," the visitor said. "Please thank Mister Campbell for me," replied Wilbur. "Of course." After the person left, Wilbur spread the Nine Dragons Painting on the table. He saw nine dragons soaring in the clouds, each with a different form. They looked vivid and lifelike. The craftsmanship was exquisite, but Wilbur felt a sense of familiarity. He seemed to have seen this Nine Dragons Painting somewhere before. After careful consideration, Wilbur thought of his two bronze cauldrons. One with a single dragon and the other with three dragons, the dragon patterns carved on them were almost identical to those on the Nine Dragons Painting. From this, an idea emerged in Wilbur's mind: this Nine Dragons Painting and the Nine Dragon Cauldrons should have come from the same person. Painting and sculpture were two completely different concepts, and being able to integrate the two to display the same spirit of dragons soaring over the seas could probably only be d
After a fruitless search, Wilbur dialed Beverly's phone number. After all, Wilbur still trusted the strength of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. Ordinary people could not find information about the court painter Fremont, but perhaps the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense could. "Mister Penn, hello, is there anything I can help with?" "Beverly, can you help me check the information of the painter Fremont Skye who painted the Nine Dragons Painting?" "Sure, Mister Penn, please wait a moment. We are currently searching for information about Fremont." After about a minute, Beverly said, "Mister Penn, we have found some information about the court painter Fremont, but it's not comprehensive. We only know that the court painter Fremont once painted a Nine Dragons Painting, and later, there were rumors that he became a bronze cauldron craftsman." Sure enough, it was just as Wilbur suspected! There was a glint in Wilbur's eyes as he asked, "Is there any
About two minutes later, Layla said over the phone, "Sir, I've found the information you're looking for. I'll send it to your phone right away." A moment later, Wilbur received the information Layla had sent. Opening it, Wilbur found that Layla had located the whereabouts of five dragon cauldrons; the second, third, fourth, fifth, and seventh ones. Even the acquisition of the third cauldron by Tina for two million was investigated thoroughly. Apart from the third cauldron, there were still four dragon cauldrons left that he had information on. Combined with the two dragon cauldrons Wilbur already possessed, it came to a total of six dragon cauldrons. These six dragon cauldrons were extremely important to Wilbur, so he decided he would buy them all. Even if he could not find Fremont, or if Fremont was already deceased, the value of the Nine Dragon Cauldrons was immense. Without the dragon cauldrons, Wilbur would not dare to cultivate dragon aura, as the unruly dragon aura would in
Jiro was a dealer of collectibles and would have found someone else to sell his goods off to even if Wilbur had not gone looking for him. According to the data, Jiro had only bought the fourth dragon cauldron from someone else just half a month ago. He was just trying to hike up the price. Of course, Jiro would be happy that someone had come looking for him, and he said yes right away. "Alright, Mister Penn. Please come to my house if you'd like to buy some collectibles. Also, please send me the images of the collectibles you'd like first." "Sure." "Oh, please send me your address too." "Sure." Jiro sent his address to Wilbur within two minutes after hanging up, who rushed to his house at top speed. Jiro had managed to live in a bungalow by making money dealing with collectibles. Wilbur rang the doorbell, and the butler answered not long after. The butler was an old man who smiled at Wilbur. "You must be Mister Wilbur Penn, here to purchase some antiques?" "That's right