"Death is but a passage. What is there to fear?" Jose raised his head and walked confidently. He looked as if he was welcoming death. Suddenly, Marcus yelled, "What are you doing, Jose? Are you trying to doom the Torres clan? Back off right now!" Marcus was terrified. Jose bravely stood up for the Torres clan, but Marcus scolded him instead. He was afraid of offending Cole. Jose shook his head and sighed. He said, "Mister Torres, it's thanks to my mentor that I've achieved what I have today. I will now repay this debt I owe him with my life. This way, I'll be able to let his soul rest in peace." "Are you crazy? Do you think you can defeat Mister Lane? You're not being grateful! You're trying to doom the Torres clan instead," scolded Marcus while he buttered up to Cole, "Mister Lane, please, Mister Lane. Just spare my life and all of the Torres clan's assets will be yours. The Torres clan is willing to work for you. Please have mercy." Cole laughed and looked at Jose. He ask
Four balls of lightning instantly materialized in the air when Wilbur unleashed the Quad Thunder spell. Several chains of lightning shot out from the lightning balls and instantly restricted Cole, who was charging toward him. The lighting from the lightning chains kept attacking Cole. He screamed in pain. A surge of frenzied Ambience erupted from his body, helping him resist the restraints of the Quad Thunder spell and the attacks of the lightning strike. Cole's Ambience clashed with the power of the Quad Thunder spell. It caused explosions as they contended with each other. However, he could barely defend himself against the spell, unable to break free from the constraints of the Quad Thunder spell. The sight of it instantly shocked everyone. Marcus looked at Wilbur in disbelief, like he was looking at a god. The power of the Quad Thunder spell made Wilbur look like he was the god of thunder. The rest of the Torres clan were dumbfounded. They could not believe their eyes.
Only Wilbur noticed the skull tattoo on Cole's chest when he was transforming. "F*ck, it's you guys again," Wilbur cursed under his breath. The power of the Quad Thunder spell started to dissipate because of the raging Ambience unleashed by Cole. Marcus hurriedly backed away because he was horrified. He yelled, "It has nothing to do with me. It has nothing to do with me!" Cole roared once more and escaped the bounds of the Quad Thunder spell, then sprinted toward Wilbur. Two massive blood blades appeared in his hands. His flesh and blood were churned outward like he was a bloodthirsty demon. It was insanely terrifying. Jose was horrified too. The Ambience emanating from Cole was too horrifying. He stepped back, but he struggled to maintain his footing. However, Wilbur only scoffed. He snapped his fingers and said, "Ambience Bomb." Wilbur cast the Ambience Bomb spell as well, but he only needed a quiet chant to cast the spell. He did not need to use his hands to activate
Wilbur shook his head coldly. "Jose Smithson owes the Torres clan nothing more after this." "Yes, of course. It's all settled." Marcus nodded like a woodpecker. Wilbur turned to look at Jose. "Let's go." Jose nodded. He bowed at Marcus, straightening up with ease. Wilbur turned to leave, and Jose followed behind him. Just then, a heavily-injured Spencer shouted all of a sudden, "Wait, sir!" Wilbur frowned, turning around. Spencer was lying on the ground, bowing deeply to Wilbur as he stammered, "Sir, would you be so gracious to take me in as a pupil? I am willing to do whatever it takes." Wilbur's skills had truly shocked Spencer, and he knew that there was a limit to his powers considering his age. Amidst his shock, he realized that he might actually be able to improve his skills if he were to have Wilbur as his master! If that happened, his lifespan and power would increase once more. That was the whole point of him delving into cultivation, after all. Thus, he dr
It was past midnight when Faye and Wilbur got home. The two of them chatted for a while, then headed back to their rooms to rest. Wilbur got a message from Elsa not long after he was back in his room. She had not been able to find any gangs or news linking to the skull tattoo. Wilbur frowned, pacing to and fro in his room. Something told him that there was more to this than it seemed. All of a sudden, he thought of his handler. Surely the department would have a better database. However, would his handler not be in bed by this hour? Wilbur held back the urge to reach out for the time being and went to bed. The next morning, Wilbur woke up and got ready, going downstairs to the living room and greeting Faye. Once Faye had left for work, Wilbur took his phone out and pulled up his handler's contact. He gave it some thought, then pressed the call button. "Hello, Deacon Penn! Handler Beverly Torres here at your service," Beverly's crisp voice came ringing down the line.
"You sly fox, letting a new recruit handle something so tough," one of the elders said. Albert smiled. "He might be new, but he used to be the leader of the Abyss Mercenaries. I'd go as far as to say that he's probably one of the three strongest people in the department. He'll be fine." "He's hiding something," the other elder frowned. Albert chuckled. "Well, we've all got secrets of our own. It's not a big deal." "We'll go with what you've arranged since this is up to your department. You'll be responsible if anything happens, though." … Wilbur could not think of any solution after agonizing over the problem for a while, so he decided to just play it by ear instead. What he was curious about, however, was what Beverly might look like. Just then, Faye called. Wilbur found the situation a little strange and hurried to answer. "Boss, I think you're in a bit of trouble." "What's the matter?" "Search 'Car Accident on Seechertown Freeway' up on the internet and call me b
Wilbur shook his head. He sat in his living room and started to meditate. Honestly, he could hardly be bothered about the video. … Meanwhile, over in Seechertown Hospital, the influencer named Sherry Divos lay in bed. The top part of her head was bandaged, but she was still streaming on her phone. There were over a hundred thousand people watching her stream, asking how she was doing. Sherry put on her most pitiful expression, venting to her audience about her troubles in hopes of gaining some sympathy. All at once, more and more people joined the stream and her follower count had shot up as well. Sherry held back the excitement and glee in her chest, milking her pity act as much as she could. She was actually pretty impressed with how this had worked out for her. She had just hit her forehead then, falling unconscious for a bit. The hospital had run some tests on her, and she was pretty much fine. That night, she pulled up the footage from her car and got to work. Sh
Almost all the people who watched the stream saw the way Sherry had curled up into her sheets, cowering from the two men speaking to her. One of the men seemed to be a lawyer while the other man threatened Sherry. Sherry herself had said that she was getting threatened as well, shutting off the stream and claiming she was going to delete the video. Some of the viewers from the stream pulled up Sherry's profile and found that the video was indeed gone. That incident caused an uproar online. Barging into a hospital with a lawyer and some hooligan threatening a young lady in public? It was as if Dasha was a lawless nation! All at once, the viewers scoured the internet for information on who owned the fancy car that had hit Sherry. They were hellbent on finding him and making sure he was taken down by the law. Sherry lay back in bed with a gleeful expression plastered on her face. She felt like she had done a splendid job, knowing how the internet took to cases like this.