The driver instantly became aggressive. He said, "Pay up. You can't take a ride without paying." The driver was cunning. He had been roaming across Seechertown for years and knew the people who came out from the golf course were rich. Also, he could smell the alcohol coming from Wilbur, so he sneakily adjusted the meter. Moreover, he could tell those two were not married. They were probably dating. Usually in a situation where the guy was drunk, he would pay without caring about the amount. Even if they were sober, the guy would usually pretend to be generous in front of their girlfriends. They would pay up to avoid unnecessary trouble too. It was not the first time he had done this kind of scam. He basically had everything covered. However, Wilbur was not drunk at all. The price was absurdly high, and he did not want to be treated as a fool, so he asked the driver. He had no idea the driver would flip out on him. Wilbur was also annoyed by that. He looked at the driver
The driver was triggered. He thought, 'This guy is tough, but I have to make sure they are afraid. Otherwise, this will be a loss if I get fined over their report.' However, he was not afraid because he had done that before. He instantly took out his phone and threatened coldly, "Just wait and see." Then, he made a phone call and blabbered for a while. He said, "My bros are not to be messed with. Don't say I didn't warn you." He had a few cronies who were also taxi drivers. They did dirty deeds like that all the time. They could get a lot of money by scamming, especially from foreigners. The profit they could make by scamming was worth a day's work. So, they often helped each other out to scam people. They would choose the weaker ones, of course, such as couples like Wilbur and Nancy. Those who were unmarried tend to settle the issue by paying up. He did not have the courage to scam any of the stronger-looking men. Wilbur sneered coldly. He did not want to acknowledge him
Zedd and his cronies watched the incoming vehicles in disbelief. They were not afraid of the special agents, but the traffic police were their worst nightmare. They would be punished if they got caught. However, he had a relative who was working for the traffic police, so he was not too scared. He had been reported twice, but his relative would take care of the cases for him. Elsa brought along more than ten special agents. They charged toward the taxi drivers and surrounded them. "I heard that someone is causing trouble here." Elsa looked at the drivers, chuckling as she said that. They instantly felt chills run down their spines. "What happened?" she asked again. Wilbur chuckled and told her everything. Elsa laughed after she heard that. She pointed at him and said, "I can't believe this would happen to you." "What are you saying? Know your place! You're a special agent," he grumbled. She did not mean to make fun of him. She only thought it was funny that the drivers
Wilbur said in a low voice, "Are you saying it's fine to scam others because life isn't easy? I transferred two thousand five hundred dollars to you. If I was someone weaker or more cowardly, I'd be scammed by you guys, right?" Zedd cried and apologized, "I was wrong. I'll give you back the money, so please spare me." "People like you won't change if no one teaches you a lesson. Accept the fact that you're unfortunate this time, so you won't scam other people in the future," said Wilbur nonchalantly. Elsa ordered sternly, "Take them away."The special agents arrested Zedd and the other drivers under her orders. They were brought back to the station. Vehicles from the traffic police also arrived to confiscate the taxis. Sonny said goodbye to Elsa as he glanced at Wilbur. He remembered what Wilbur looked like. Sonny did not know who Wilbur was, but he was able to summon Elsa and make her call Sonny. By that logic, he was definitely not as simple as he seemed. The special
Wilbur slowly walked into the room. He lit a cigarette and said, "How come I haven't heard of Jarlinville's Anne clan?" Skyler was surprised, "No way. Jarlinville's Anne clan of Kardon Province is an ancient family, and everyone in their family are cultivators. The head of the clan, Sam Anne, is a powerful intermediate Ambience level cultivator. I heard they have an elder in retreat to focus on cultivation. They basically never involve themselves in worldly matters, but they are powerful." Wilbur frowned and said, "He's only an intermediate Ambience level cultivator. Also, are the historical remains in the territory of the Anne clan?" "It's at the mountain behind where the Anne clan lives, but it's not their property," replied Skyler. Wilbur scoffed and said, "We'll deal with it if he gets involved. Stop nagging."Wilbur was very interested in discovering the historical remains. It would be great if he discovered a good sacrifice. There was no way he could let this opportuni
The emergence of the Saint level cultivator meant prosperity for the clan. The power of a Saint level cultivator was undeniable. The lifespan of a Saint level cultivator could be extended to three hundred years. The cultivator would have more time to reach new heights. Reaching the Saint level was the mark of true power. Everything was considered insignificant to a Saint level cultivator. Reaching the Saint level was the highest level a cultivator could achieve. Sam was excited. He led his people toward the mountain with a sacred attitude. He thought to himself as they walked there, 'From this day forth, the Anne clan shall rise again.' It was four o'clock in the afternoon. Skyler and Wilbur finally reached Jarlinville. They had a quick meal and then rushed toward Wavepeak Mountain. Thirty minutes later, they arrived at Wavepeak Mountain. Skyler stopped the car and said, "We're going to pass through Anne Village if we keep going." "What are you afraid of? Just go already,"
The elder in the green robe looked at the people who were kneeling before him. He let out a long sigh and mumbled, "It's been fifty years, and I finally became a Saint level cultivator. Thanks for the blessings, great ancestors." That person was the Anne clan elder who was still alive, Weston Anne. He finally became a Saint level cultivator at the age of 130 years old. He became a powerful cultivator, and his lifespan was extended by another three hundred years. He looked at his people after a long sigh. He nodded and said, "Get up, everyone." Everyone stood up and gathered around Weston to chat with him. Weston glanced at Sam and said displeasingly, "I can't believe you're still an intermediate Ambience level cultivator. Can't you improve a little?" "I'm sorry. I'm stuck at this level and can't seem to improve." Sam's head hung low in shame. Sam looked like a middle-aged man, but he was actually in his seventies. His father was not an Ambience level cultivator and had pass
"The Anne clan guarded the historical remains for hundreds of years. How dare you try to trespass?" asked Sam angrily. Wilbur asked nonchalantly, "Are the historical remains your personal property?" "What if it is, and what if it isn't?" asked Sam coldly. Wilbur replied, "I'll leave right now if you can prove it's your property. If it isn't, then anyone should be allowed to enter." "Who do you think you are to enter the historical remains?" mocked Sam because Wilbur was acting outrageously. Wilbur looked displeased. Weston looked at Wilbur and said in a low voice, "Excuse me, but how did you know about the historical remains?" "I heard about it," replied Wilbur nonchalantly. Weston did not get angry. He said, "The Anne clan had been waiting over a hundred years for this moment. Don't you think it's unfair of you to step in?" Wilbur frowned and fell into deep thought for a moment. He said slowly, "How about we work together then? The historical remains must be very dange