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
Wilbur sighed. He knew that confrontation was inevitable. No cultivator would give up on the historical remains, especially someone like him who was in dire need of sacrifices. He stepped forward and a thunder cleaver appeared across his chest. He told Weston, "It looks like we'll have to fight this out." "An Ambience level cultivator with thunder-type abilities." Weston laughed and said, "No wonder you're so arrogant, but do you think you can win against me? What a joke! Haven't you heard that everything is insignificant to a Saint level cultivator?" His spiritual energy increased as he said that. A raging pressure from his spiritual energy washed over them, and his spear was burning brightly with a spiritual flame. He looked invincible at that moment. Their powerful elder made the Anne clan cheer. They looked excited. A Saint level cultivator was truly something else. His sheer power was enough to dominate the world. Wilbur only activated his thunder cleaver and waited