Sylvia rolled her eyes impatiently at the rapid-fire questions, saying nothing. "You've got some nerve, taking advantage of our Sylvia! Do you know who she is?" Sylvia's mother was the first to lash out, her hand flying out to slap Wilbur across the face. Wilbur sneered, grabbing the woman's hand and throwing her against the sofa. Sylvia's mother stared at Wilbur in disbelief for a second before cursing at him as the other relatives yelled at Wilbur as well. Their accusations were completely ridiculous, alleging that Wilbur had seduced Sylvia because he was after her looks and riches. Wilbur was annoyed at the accusations but could only hold back on Sylvia's account. Sylvia got to her feet and yelled, "Shut the f*ck up!" Her family members were thrown off guard, staring at her in shock. Sylvia barked out a laugh. "Why the sudden care for me, huh? What were you doing when I was getting taken advantage of by those plutocrats and officials? What were you doing when I came
"I'm really sorry that this is happening to you," said Wilbur. Sylvia blew out a ring of smoke, shrugging her shoulders. "Doesn't mean much for a dead man to feel sorry for me." "How are you so sure that I'm going to die?" Wilbur asked. Sylvia said, "Well, I guess you don't know just how powerful Joy Corp is in Galloria yet. You won't be nearly as confident when you do. In fact, you'll even wish you were dead." "They sound pretty badass, huh?" Wilbur chuckled. Sylvia glanced at him coldly. "This is them being nice, trying to guilt me into submission using my family. If I don't give in, they're going to start threatening me and even use violence. You were dead from the moment you decided to save me." "Well, it's good that I just happen to be here because I have some business to settle with Joy Corp myself," said Wilbur. Sylvia was taken aback and looked at Wilbur with a frown. "Are you sure you haven't lost your mind?" "Nope, I haven't. I'm going to make them pay," repli
Sylvia's expression was one of utter terror. Wilbur got to his feet, standing in front of Sylvia. "Don't come any closer." Damian's expression darkened as he eyed Wilbur. "I'm just here to take Miss Ronan back. Someone else will handle you." "You're not taking anyone away," Wilbur said calmly. Damian glanced at Wilbur. He raised his palms, which glowed with Aura light as a wave of pressure spread out. Sylvia could not help but back up from the force, shouting, "He's a cultivator, one of Joy Corp's fighters!" "No worries. I'll take care of it." Wilbur smiled. Damian flared up in fury, slashing his hands through the air like two razor-sharp knives in the direction of Wilbur's chest. Wilbur merely chuckled, throwing out an attack of his own. With a loud collision, Damian flew backward and slammed against a pillar, sliding down slowly as blood trickled from his mouth. His chest was caved in. Sylvia cried out in shock, staring at Wilbur in disbelief. "What's the matter?"
Over in the hotel, Sylvia hung up on the call, tossing the phone to the side with a bitter smile. "There aren't any media outlets who want to interview me." "Don't they love celebrity gossip?" Wilbur was a little surprised himself. Sylvia shook her head. "These media giants are pretty much completely under Pentagon Corp's control, including Joy Corp. They'd be more than happy to cover anything else but would never say a word about anything involving the plutocrats." Wilbur nodded. "That's fine. Joy Corp isn't going to back down anytime soon, and this is going to blow up in everyone's faces. The truth won't remain hidden for very long." Just then, Sylvia's phone rang. She glanced at it and picked it up. "Hello, is this Miss Sylvia Ronan?" "Yes, who is this?" "Hello, I'm the head of Lencent News. We'd like to interview you if you have the time." "Lencent News? I've never heard of you before." "I'm sorry for that. We're a pretty newly-formed news outlet, so we don't have
"Die." Several sword shadows were formed from his longsword as the man shouted. They carried a fierce gust of wind, and they slashed toward Wilbur simultaneously. His combat skills were decent. His longsword was able to slash towards Wilbur in various directions, which meant his speed was extremely fast. Ordinary people would not be able to see that. However, Wilbur merely threw a punch. A raging force instantly destroyed all the sword shadows. The longsword was shattered into rampant spiritual energy, and the punch landed on his chest without any resistance. A boom could be heard. The man flew back and crashed into a wall, and the room seemed to shake for a moment. With that exchange, the man fell to the floor slowly, seemingly dead as blood leaked out from various orifices. Wilbur killed the powerful Ambience level cultivator with just a single punch. Sylvia could not believe her eyes. She knew of cultivators, but she had never seen cultivators who could form weapon
Zaid Kline was silent for a moment. He said coldly, "Mister Pugh, this is a murder case. We have to handle it." "You will be handled first. You know your supervisor's relationship with us. Do you think he was able to get to where he is without the support of our High Lady? Don't forget that you woke up from Yasmin Lawrence's bed last night." Zaid had a terrible expression for a moment, but he relented and said, "I will do as you say, but you better hurry up. The news will spread very soon." "I'll fix it." Casper hung up as soon as he finished talking. He had a menacing look on his face. Actually, he did not want to threaten Zaid unless it was absolutely necessary. However, things were going out of his control. He had to consider the bigger picture. He thought about it and called his secretary. He said through gritted teeth, "Let the Heptagon Gang enter the hotel and clean them all out. I need Sylvia Ronan dead along with that guy." "Sir, isn't this a bit too much?" asked th
Wilbur shook his head and pulled out a deadly cleaver from the back of his hand before approaching the thugs. He easily cut them down like weed, leaving no blood stains on himself. He arrived at the elevator after killing those people and then threw a punch. The elevator was damaged, and it crashed. Screams could be heard inside the elevator. Wilbur went toward the staircase after he destroyed the elevator. That was the only way they could come up to the 70th floor. Tyson shakily held the camera at that moment. He was filming the gory sight with a terrified expression. However, Wilbur quickly vanished into the staircase. He did not go easy on the people who kept coming up. The deadly cleaver splashed blood everywhere as the thugs were dismembered. He realized that some of the thugs were armed with guns and rifles as he walked downstairs. They started shooting as soon as they saw Wilbur. Wilbur waved and formed a spiritual shield in front of him. The bullets exploded
Tyson hurriedly followed inside with his subordinates. He felt like that was the most shocking news in Galloria. He did not know whether he should be afraid or excited. He kept shaking the camera in his hand. … Calvin Levi was in the President's Office. His secretary hurriedly passed him a document. Calvin went through the document and frowned. He said, "Continue to monitor this and report any relevant developments." "Yes, sir." … Casper was in Michelle Jenkins' villa. He wiped the sweat off his forehead as he walked into the living room, shaking all the while. He felt extremely terrified to be summoned by Miss Jenkins. He felt like he was facing a T-rex when he saw her slim silhouette. "Miss Jenkins," Casper greeted with a proper bow. A sweat on his forehead dripped on the clean and expensive floor. Michelle Jenkins slowly turned her chair around. She lifted her Bloody Mary and had a sip, looking at Casper in silence. Casper was sweating bullets as he lower