Wilbur got to his feet, standing in front of Sylvia. "Don't cany 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?" Wilbur asked with a smile.

"He was a cultivator." "Yeah, he's trash when facing up against someone like me." Wilbur grabbed Damian by the ankle, dragging him up to the door and flinging him out of the

shock for a long time. "You're

has specially-trained experts under

be so negative about things. Besides, you were already prepared to die. There's nothing to be scared of." Wilbur was more than interested in screwing Joy Corp over. The downfall of his enemies brought him great satisfaction, and it would be even better if Sylvia could get out of the suffering

Wilbur would

her mind, Sylvia picked up the phone and

his

while one of the officials she had been serving got too drunk

Sylvia into coming back, but that failed, so he sent Damian, who

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