"It's okay. Anyway, I just came to Rostead for a change of scenery. However, I really think you are a capable man. Let's work together again in the future if the opportunity arises." "Thank you. I will definitely cherish the opportunity to work with you." After hanging up the phone, Molton sighed with relief as he got up from the ground and looked at the sea covered by rain and mist outside the pavilion, sighing inwardly. At this moment, Molton realized that everyone had their own fate. Coming from humble beginnings like himself and Haron, wanting to achieve something significant in Rostead was nearly impossible. But at least now he could rely on Kearson and live a worry-free life. At that moment, Molton had completely let go of the idea of working with anyone and left the gazebo with his umbrella. On the way back, while he was passing through an empty alley, suddenly, about twenty people in black suits surged from both ends of the alley and surrounded Molton. At this mome
After he was done speaking, Hart handed the umbrella to one of the suited men and waved, saying, "Let's go." As Hart turned to leave, the twenty or so suited men rushed forward, assaulting Molton with punches and kicks, knocking him to the ground. As the crowd dispersed, Molton was left lying in a sorry state in a puddle on the ground, covered in footprints. The intense pain in his abdomen and the aches all over his body repeatedly reminded Molton of what had happened. The pouring rain washed away everything, but it could not wash away the shame and anger in Molton's heart. Before long, Haron appeared at the alley entrance. He did not have an umbrella, and his whole body was soaked as he came to Molton's side, reaching out to pull Molton up from the ground. In the rain, Molton turned over and knelt on the ground, panting heavily, and said, "Did you see what just happened?" Haron did not speak and just nodded. Molton suddenly felt like he had not done anything wrong to dese
"I'd like to ask if you're still interested in the contract we talked about before?" At those words, a gleam of excitement flashed in Wilbur's eyes. After all, if it was Wilbur who initiated contact with Molton, then it would be Wilbur's decision. But if Molton reached out to Wilbur first, then it would be Molton's decision. Molton made his intentions clear, so Wilbur did not force the issue. It meant that Wilbur did not break his agreement with Fremont. "What business?" "Did you forget? The business with a budget of three hundred million." "You mean you're willing to sell to me at that same low price?" "Yes, the contract remains valid, but the transaction time needs to be postponed for a month. Next month, we'll conduct the transaction at sea. How about that?" "That's fine." After hanging up the phone, Wilbur felt very excited. After all, what Molton was selling was top-grade, and even at a low price of fifteen million, Wilbur would not be losing any money and would ma
After making the decision, Wilbur unleashed all of his dragon aura, only leaving one percent of the dragon aura inside his body. After one cycle of it circulating inside his body, he started to inject it into his bones. Even though only one percent of the dragon aura was left, as soon as it entered the ribs, Wilbur could not bear the physical stress and spat out a mouthful of blood. The dragon aura was too overpowering, causing great damage to his bones. Fortunately, it was only one percent of his dragon aura, so Wilbur was barely able to endure it. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wilbur continued to control the dragon aura and infused it into his bones. After a whole day, Wilbur finally infused one percent of the dragon aura into all the bones in his body, letting it circulate in his bones. However, the dragon aura was too overpowering, and his bones were severely injured. Therefore, within the first seven days, Wilbur's body became increasingly fragile. At
Tracius shook his head and said, "No, I am a cultivator. Worldly wealth doesn't mean much to me. As you know, people like us can receive good treatment wherever we go. Besides, my goal is to become stronger through practice, not to try to obtain money and benefits." "Aren't you tempted?" "I used to be, but I later realized that money cannot truly solve problems. Only strength can." Soon, Wilbur saw the cargo ship in the distance, with Molton and Haron waving to him from the deck. Molton shouted loudly, "Mister Penn, over here!" At this moment, Wilbur saw a speedboat speeding past the ship, heading towards the cargo ship where Molton and Haron were. With just a glance, Wilbur saw a familiar figure on the speedboat. Kearson! He had finally come. Soon, the speedboat approached the cargo ship, and two bodyguards threw out ropes to climb onto the cargo ship, while Kearson leaped onto the ship. Wilbur and Tracius glanced at each other, then both of them jumped onto the cargo
Suddenly, Wilbur's brows relaxed, and he stared at Kearson, saying, "Mister Kearson, how did you know I was searching for the Nine Dragon Cauldrons?" Kearson's lips curved into a smirk as he waved his sunglasses and replied, "Actually, when you made contact with the members of the Black Panthers, I already had information about you. I'm sorry, but I'm also a subordinate of the late Fremont. How about it? Even now, you still refuse to believe it?" "You!" Wilbur glared at Kearson, wishing to strike him down immediately. However, Kearson's indifferent attitude towards Wilbur's hostility remained unchanged. With a smug expression, he continued, "Indeed, this is one of Fremont's tests for you, Wilbur. Everything precious in this world has its price. If you want to learn the secret of the Nine Dragon Cauldrons, you must pay a price. Now, I'm simply asking you to kill two people for me. If you can't even do such a simple task, you will never become a subordinate of Freemont, nor will you
Tracius, accompanied by Haron and Molton, stepped aside. Kearson discarded his sunglasses, a smirk playing on his lips as he leisurely approached, saying, "Members of the Black Panthers once told me that you're formidable, warning me to be cautious of you. But I believe that's all empty praise." "Then let's see." Wilbur's right hand flipped, wielding the thunder cleaver, and he charged forward, slashing towards Kearson. Kearson dodged Wilbur's attack by sidestepping, then circled behind Wilbur. At that moment, Wilbur sensed Kearson's presence behind him and swiftly turned around, striking towards Kearson. Kearson evaded again, appearing on Wilbur's left side the next second. Wilbur swung his blade towards the left, but Kearson dodged once more, appearing on the right side. Each time Wilbur swung the thunder cleaver, Kearson eluded it like a ghost, dodging to the side. For the next half minute, Kearson continuously dodged while Wilbur relentlessly swung his blade. Although Wilbur'
Wilbur flipped twice in mid-air, and when he looked again, Kearson had already flown out of the space where the cargo ship was located. The next moment, Kearson's eyes turned red as he charged again, and Wilbur met him head-on. As they clashed again, a burst of white light surged, and the powerful spiritual energy directly stirred the seawater below, soaring into the sky. Splash! After the seawater fell, a wound appeared on Kearson's handsome left cheek, with blood streaming down. Kearson extended his trembling left hand, touching his left cheek. He was surprised as he stared at Wilbur, saying, "You dare do this to me? Unforgivable." In an instant, Wilbur felt the surge of spiritual energy within Kearson's body rapidly rising, and the seawater below continued to shake. Then, it soared into the sky, surrounding Kearson with water. The next moment, the seawater dissipated, and Kearson, radiating with white light all over his body, shouted angrily. The upper half of his clothes turn