Wilbur smiled. "Timothy's a good sheriff. I'm sure he'll get to the bottom of this." Faye was caught off guard. She was still angry at Timothy, but here Wilbur was calling him a good guy. On second thought, however, it seemed like Timothy had not done anything wrong. He was only doing his own job. Besides, it was perfectly understandable that he was angry at her for trying to threaten him with Bowie. Timothy did, from a professional view, seem like a good cop. Wilbur said to Faye, "Alright, you should go to work. I told you that the truth will come out in the end and lies will never stand the test of justice." Faye could only nod, then left for Cape. There were all these people over there, including herself, who could not rest just yet. She had to plan out the next step, and it was not the time to rest yet. Over at Willow Corp. Yvonne sat in her office, feeling like she was at her wit's end. Willow Corp had been bombarded with messages from banks in the past two days, all
Miranda felt a little guilty but refused to budge. "What? He broke the law and got arrested. How is that anyone else's fault?" Yvonne looked at her mother and shook her head. "You still don't understand just how powerful he truly is. If it really was you, you'd better apologize right now and clear things up. That way, the Willow family might still be able to survive this." "I did nothing. I had nothing to do with this!" Miranda said hurriedly, turning to leave at once. Regardless, Yvonne was certain that her mother had been the one to arrange for this to happen. She knew what her mother was like, and it was going to be almost impossible to get her to admit to her faults. Yvonne let out a long sigh, falling back in her seat limply. The Willow family was going to be done for. Wilbur put all these worries and troubles at the back of his head and drove to the morning market a few kilometers from the house. It was barely nine in the morning, and the market was still open. The
Wilbur smiled at her in response before driving off. Faye turned to look at the table full of food. She was starving just a second ago but had somehow lost her appetite. Wilbur drove for a short while and arrived at Sealake Island. Sealake Island was a resort villa that the Owens family had spent a few hundred million dollars on building. An island was built in the middle of a lake, equipped with hotels and entertainment spots. It was quite a popular tourist destination in Seechertown. Wilbur parked his car outside, then walked along the bridge. Just then, there were around a dozen people sitting in the square in the middle of Sealake Island. There was one chair in the middle, occupied by a man in his sixties. His eyes were bright, flickering with traces of spirit energy. He was the head of the Owens family, Jeremy Owens. Standing behind him were his two sons, Ian and John. On his left and right were the other two major clans of Seechertown, the Torrent clan, and the
Wilbur looked around him. All that could be seen was the crowd staring back at him, clearly unimpressed. It was as if they were certain he was destined to die. His gaze then landed on John. "That was a pretty decent aura blow. I suppose it's a little impressive." Gerard stood up at once, pointing at Wilbur. "How cocky! You're saying that an aura blow is only a little impressive? And what level would you happen to be at, hm?" "Me?" Wilbur shook his head. "I'm not too sure about that myself." Matt spoke up then. "That's quite a boast you just made. John, don't waste your time. Send him straight to hell." John smirked, slowly walking towards Wilbur. Wilbur frowned. "John, don't ruin your future like this." "You're out of your mind," John retorted angrily, and everyone else flared up in anger as well. It was clear that Wilbur had no respect for the three clans at all, daring to say something like that in such a dire situation. All at once, the air was filled with various
Compared to John, Jeremy was a lot stronger and more skilled than his son. His aura alone was something that John was not capable of. The sight of Jeremy's powers led the three clans to burst into cheers once again. Wilbur's expression remained unchanged as he silently looked at Jeremy. Jeremy's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He leaped into the air, pouncing at Wilbur like a hawk. As he landed, countless afterimages of his punches appeared in the air, raining down on Wilbur. All at once, the air began to whip and grow misty with smoke and sand. Wilbur kept one hand behind his back, the other making a series of patterns in the air as he countered Jeremy's every attack, disintegrating each blow into nothing. Jeremy was furious. He landed on the ground, launching attack after attack at Wilbur. His punches barreled toward Wilbur from all directions, but Wilbur still managed to neutralize them with only one hand. Jeremy's fierce attacks had not sent Wilbur a single step back
Just as Jeremy's words rang through the air, Ian was seen walking up to him holding a wooden box. Ian got on his knees, passing the box to Jeremy above his head. Jeremy opened the box with a wave of his hand. He took out a scroll and flicked it open in one swift move. The scroll contained a painting of an elder clad in long robes. There was a sword on the elder's back as his robes billowed in the wind, looking extremely ethereal. At the same time, a powerful pressure surged out from the painting. It enveloped the air, filling it with an unspeakable pressure. Just then, Gerard got to his feet in shock. "Legend has it that the Owens family owns a portrait of an ancient ancestor who holds the power of an elite cultivator! It's said to be the clan jewel. Is this it?" Gerard himself had lost a little composure. It was hardly his fault, after all. The painting was a legendary treasure, and to witness it filled Gerard's chest with awe. Matt was in shock as well, shaking as he st
Just then, Jeremy's face was white as a sheet. He could not stop coughing up blood, his expression one of disbelief and shock. A second later, Gerard and Matt could finally raise their heads. They saw Wilbur completely unharmed, and their chests lurched in shock. How could this be? Wilbur was standing right there, and there was nothing for them to believe otherwise. Just then, the scroll Jeremy was holding burst into flames all of a sudden. It disintegrated to ashes in no time, disappearing from sight. Jeremy was in shock, before yelling, "Ancient ancestor! Ancient ancestor!" Wilbur frowned. "Stop yelling. That burst of energy was the last of your ancestor, but you insisted on exhausting it. This outcome is inevitable." Jeremy gritted his teeth as he glowered at Wilbur. "You destroyed my clan jewel." Wilbur's expression grew cold. He took a big stride, stepping right up to Jeremy. Wilbur grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air. The Owens family was in sh
However, Jeremy bowed to Wilbur deeply. "I thank you for your kindness, Senior, and I deeply regret my actions. Let me send you a gift as an apology." "Oh?" Wilbur was a little surprised. Jeremy looked around him. "The Owens family owns this island. I've underestimated and offended you. I'd like to offer you this island as a gift as an apology." "You're giving this island to me?" Wilbur had honestly not expected this, and he looked at Jeremy in surprise. "This place must cost good money." Jeremy bowed again. "I'm sure money is hardly a problem to you, Senior. This is just a little gift from me, I hope you'll accept it." Wilbur fell silent for some time before saying slowly, "Since you offered, don't mind if I do." "Thank you for accepting this, Senior. I'll arrange for the transfer of the property as soon as possible. It'll be yours very soon," Jeremy said. Wilbur nodded, then turned to leave. Jeremy called out behind him, "From this day on, the Owens family shall take