The dark clouds vanished, and the sun shone through once more. "Has the fight ended?" The spectators down the hill looked up at the top of the hill in a daze. They were utterly dazzled. They would not forget this fight for the rest of their lives. They only saw the humongous Realm Demon. They did not get to see the fight in detail, but just the energy and spiritual pressure released from the fight were enough for them to reminisce about this fight for a lifetime. Stiles Dune was extremely powerful. His Realm Demon was truly invincible. Everyone let their hands down and lowered their heads in respect, waiting for Stiles to come down the hill. At that moment, up on the hill, Wilbur slowly walked up to Stiles and smiled at him. "Why? Why?" Stiles yelled indignantly. His body was as dry and wrinkly as a prune. He was trying his best to stay alive. Wilbur looked at him and said slowly, "Do you think that just because you're undefeatable just because you're a Super Sanctuary le
Wilbur chuckled. He placed his hands behind his back and asked, "What do you think?" Another moment of dead silence. A long time later, everyone came to their realization. Stiles Dune had been defeated. How was that possible? For a moment, the casino bosses started to question everything in their lives. They looked timid, not knowing what to do. Stiles was a Super Sanctuary level cultivator. He was supposed to be invincible. How could he be defeated? The other spectators in the distance were still trying to make their way forward, trying to show themselves in front of Stiles to fawn over him, especially Edward and Jesse. The battle ended in less than three minutes, just as they predicted. This time, not only could they pay off their debts, but they could even earn some as well. They cheerfully squeezed their way forward. No matter what, they had to congratulate Stiles, even if it was just from far away. At that moment, the bosses who came to their senses were completel
They finally were convinced of Stiles' defeat. Just when everyone was terrified, Wilbur swept a glance over them. An invisible and overbearing force washed over them, making it difficult for them to even breathe, especially for Edward and Jesse. Their faces had lost all of their colors and they almost passed out on the spot. At this moment, Christopher was the first to kneel. He said cautiously, "Greetings, Mister Penn." A moment later, everyone knelt and yelled with a trembling voice, "Greetings, Mister Penn." Stiles Dune was gone, and Trevor Penn was the new king. Aroma just experienced a change of ruler. Wilbur scanned his surroundings and said, "Aroma is small. There is no need for so many Sanctuary level cultivators." The bosses in the front row shuddered when they heard what he said. Some of them understood Wilbur. They were already sneaking glances at Christopher. Christopher was on the ground prostrating himself. His forehead was pressed tightly against the tip
Wilbur looked at them and said slowly, "I never wanted to interfere in the matters of Aroma, but now it seems like you all need some reshuffling." No one dared to object. Strength equaled the right to speak, and they had no right to speak at all in front of Wilbur. Just like how they were in the past with Stiles. "Stiles Dune might be a Super Sanctuary level cultivator, yet he would do despicable things like kidnapping wealthy people and extorting them. What's more, Sanctuary level cultivators like Christopher and the others would actually obey him and do those things." Christopher lowered his head, feeling extremely guilty. "From that, one could see how messy the cultivation circle in Aroma is. It seems like the country has been too lax on you guys. You all have been too proud and arrogant." Everyone shuddered, not daring to say a single word. It was true. If a Sanctuary level cultivator would dare to do that in any other place, the Department of Paranormal Research and De
He was just an Aura-level cultivator, not to mention that he ruined his body with hedonistic desires. Where would he find the courage to go up against Trevor? The most important thing at that moment was to make sure his family was safe. No one knew if Trevor would kill off all of Stiles' family just because of his defeat. Wilbur looked at Mason for a moment before saying, "Just wire the money to Christopher." "Yes, sir," Mason replied fearfully. Wilbur said calmly, "Don't worry. I'm not a despicable person like your father. I will not kill your family. You may go." "Thank you, sir." Mason was not at all sad, but he was also relieved. He bowed and left. As for the ten billion, he would contact Christopher separately. Wilbur sighed and said, "You can go too. I'm about to leave as well." "Sir, once the money arrives, I'll wire it to you," Christopher said. Wilbur nodded and said, "Find those hostages and contact the people from South Market. Get them to take them back. A
Sharon hesitated to speak. She hesitated for a moment before forcing herself to say, "Sir, we can't resolve the conflict if he's Trevor Penn. He won against Stiles Dune. You have to know that he has Tiff's back, so we should…" "What do you mean by that?" yelled Samson. Sharon lowered her gaze and said, "Sir, he might not even remember that woman. Everything will be resolved if we make her disappear." Samson sat slowly and instructed coldly, "Tell Tiff to come to my office immediately. I'm taking her to apologize to him. Don't do anything unnecessary." It was not like he had not thought about it. Perhaps Trevor Penn did not remember Tiff and only used her for his temporary pleasure. He had to consider and overthink because of Trevor Penn's identity. The 'what ifs' plagued his thoughts. What if he did remember, and Samson failed to hand Tiff over to him? What then? Samson could not take that risk. He felt like he should play it safe. He would take Tiff to apologize b
Stiles was defeated and died, so things were about to change in Aroma. Sharon knew how terrifying it was when Stiles ruled Aroma. Those casino owners had bright futures too, but they were like his sons. They were cautious in front of Stiles like they were meeting their authoritative and stern father. Three Sanctuary level cultivators also did not dare to talk back to Stiles. Every casino paid Stiles a portion of their profit each year. It was a significant amount of money. Anyone who dared to disobey Stiles would be eradicated. His methods were brutal, so everyone was afraid. However, Wilbur replaced Stiles. Sharon believed that he would be no different from Stiles. The rulers had always been ruthless. Fortunately, Wilbur would not stay in Aroma for long. She made phone calls to understand the situation. She did not agree with Samson. Samson wanted to bring Tiff to apologize to Wilbur. She thought, 'Tiff is Wilbur's girl. How would Wilbur react if he saw her like th
Sharon looked at her horrified employer and said, "Sir, we'll all die if we release her." Samson slapped her hard in the face. Sharon felt pain as blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. However, she stubbornly looked at Samson and said, "I know men too well. Those who are in power will avenge those who dared to lay their hands on their women. Who do you think Wilbur Penn is? He's someone who killed Stiles Dune. The casino will be doomed if you release Tiff. She has to die." Samson looked at her like he did not know her. He laughed wryly after a long while and said, "I see. I've underestimated you this whole time." Sharon was silent. "I used to think you're daring, charming, and a competent employee. I realize now that you're not only daring, but you're audacious. I can't believe you're trying to fool a Super Sanctuary cultivator. You're much more daring than I am," mumbled Samson. Sharon said with a low voice, "I don't have a choice." "You don't have a choice?" S