Conrad scoffed. "Everyone in Seechertown knows better than to mess with me. You entered a private room and intruded on my night out, and now you're trying to leave with one of my friends. Who the hell do you think you are?"Whitney said, "Just tell him to leave, Shelby. Don't make this difficult for us."She had been friends with Conrad for about half a year now. He was a generous man, with friends who were just as wealthy as he was.Whitney had received quite a few gifts from Conrad, even in the form of cold, hard cash.She knew what Conrad was trying to do, and had thus kept him at arm's length while maintaining a close enough friendship with him. Whitney was certain that all she had to do was figure out what Conrad liked and kept him happy, and she would be set for the rest of her life.Thus, she did not want Wilbur to get on Conrad's bad side.A wealthy young man like this was not to be messed with.Whitney thought that it was not worth it for Wilbur to offend Conrad, and ev
The look on Shelby's face made Conrad flare up in anger. "Well, I tried to be nice here. Get him!" Howie and Cameron each grabbed a bottle from the table, and the three men had Wilbur surrounded. Shelby panicked. "What the hell are you doing? I'm calling the police!" Whitney dragged Shelby away at once, muttering, "Have you lost your mind? They're just scaring him. Come on, we should get back, or do you want our school to find out and expel us?" Shelby was then yanked out of the room by Whitney in a flurry. Wilbur looked at the three men around him, his expression darkening as he said, "I wasn't going to make a big deal out of things because a friend's sister was here, but it looks like you're letting this get to your heads." "What the f*ck did you just say? I'll f*cking kill you!" Conrad yelled, swinging the bottle in his hand down on Wilbur. A loud thump could be heard. Wilbur had kicked Conrad into the corner of the room in just one move, leaving Howie and Cameron in
"And who the f*ck are you?" Wilbur asked. Tim raised an eyebrow but followed with a sly chuckle. "The f*cking nerve of this guy. Everyone knows who Tim Lane is." "Tim Lane? I've never heard of you," Wilbur said coldly. Tim's expression darkened. "I was going to let you two settle this amicably, but you're going to have to suffer for talking to me like that." "He's too arrogant, Mister Lane! Come on, teach him a lesson!" Conrad shouted from the side. Tim was still a businessman and knew how to talk like one. "Look, you're going to apologize to my guest. I'll break one of your legs after that, and we can call it even." "Apologize?" Wilbur's expression turned dark. "These guys were feeling my friend up and not letting her leave. They even threatened me to hell and back before you guys got here. If you break their legs instead, I'll let this slide. You won't have to shut down your karaoke club, either. Get to it, or I'll make sure you disappear off the face of Seechertown." "
However, if Wilbur could not come up with anything of substance, Tim was going to teach him a good lesson. After all, Conrad and his friends have spent enough money in his club for them to be considered VIPs. "Listen up, then," said Wilbur calmly. "I was the one who killed Lightning Hank with just one blow and ran all those swords through Jeremy. It's your honor to even be in my presence." "Yeah, right!" "Who the hell do you think you're fooling?" "I can't take this anymore! Get him already, Mister Lane." Conrad and his friends could not take how cocky Wilbur was being and shouted loudly at him. They would have beaten him up themselves if Wilbur was not such a great fighter. Just then, Tim's face turned ashen. Having been one of Lightning Hank's men, Tim knew exactly how he had died. He had vaguely heard about Jeremy's death as well, and it was pretty much what Wilbur had just described. It had been said that Lightning Hank had been killed by some guy with the last na
Tim had a stern look and said in an icy voice, "How dare you offend this honorable person, going as far as to threaten him and stop his friend from leaving. You should be honored that he's only asking to break one of your legs." Wilbur had killed Lightning Hank and Jeremy Owens. Who the hell were these guys in comparison? Conrad finally panicked and whimpered, "Don't try anything funny! It's not a good idea to mess with me, either!" Tim's fist came flying out. Conrad could hardly dodge in time, taking the punch head-on. He keeled over at once, gasping in pain. Tim aimed another kick at Conrad, and his calf cracked with a sickening sound as Conrad collapsed to the ground, howling in agony. Howie and Cameron were completely stunned by the sight, staring at Conrad in terror. Tim looked pointedly over at his men, and his two subordinates walked over to hold Howie and Cameron down at once. Tim walked up to them, giving each of them a broken leg. Conrad and his friends ho
Shelby hurried to call Wilbur up as well. "Wilbur, are you alright?" Shelby said in a hurry as soon as the call connected. "I'm fine. There's no need to worry. I'm friends with the guy who owns the place, so we just talked it out and went home." Shelby heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. I was so worried something might happen to you. I wouldn't know what to say to my brother if that happened." "It's all good, Shelby. I'm more than capable of handling something like this. Please don't hesitate to call me up in the future if anything else happens to you." "Alright. Thank you so much, Wilbur. I'm so glad you're alright." "Of course. Goodbye, then." "Bye." Shelby hung up the call, confusion still lingering in her head. It seemed like her brother had been telling the truth. Wilbur really was quite powerful. Why did Ethan not mention a word about what Wilbur's job was, though? Just then, Whitney entered the dorm looking rather forlorn. Celine asked, "Did somethin
Faye wriggled around in Wilbur's arms as she slowly woke up, with her movements stimulating Wilbur even more. For a split second, Wilbur had the urge to carry Faye right to his room and get it over and done with. Yet upon second thought… he still had so many problems that had not been fixed yet. The cultivation method Wilbur was practicing was extremely demanding on his physical well-being, and the slightest slip-up could result in his death. Besides, there was the problem of the Church of Bloodism. One of the twelve Bloodism apostles had been enough of a pain to deal with. It was obvious that their leader would be even stronger. Wilbur was pretty much arch enemies with the Church of Bloodism now, and he would not feel at ease until they were completely taken down. Until then, he would have to put off any thoughts regarding himself and Faye. What if anything happened to him? Faye would have to spend the rest of her life alone… The thought made Wilbur let out a sigh. H
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that." Sabrina smiled, making even Kim reel from how beautiful she was. "No man will be able to withstand the temptation of a beautiful woman. I'll get it done for sure." Kim nodded, still in a daze. "I believe in your charms for sure, but please be careful. He is the governor after all, and you might get into trouble if something happens." "It seems like you still don't trust me," said Sabrina. Kim said, "No, of course not. I heard that you were born with an innate and impeccable charm, and all the rumors were definitely true. Even I find myself swooning at your beauty." "You're too kind," Sabrina said, smiling again. Kim's chest lurched along with the gesture. A while later, Kim frowned. "You don't have to use your charms on me. Get the task done and do it well. As long as we have Orin Campbell, we'll be able to get out of the mess we're in." "Of course. Please arrange for the meeting as soon as possible." Sabrina got up upon speakin