Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver

Wilbur laughed out loud before saying, "You sure know how to take advantage of the situation, but you made a big mistake if you think Chance Taft can protect you all." "How outrageous. He's too reckless and arrogant." "F*ck you! How dare you be so arrogant in front of Mister Taft? You're asking for death!" "Please take him down, Mister Taft. Secure the pride of the powerful Saint level cultivators." The crowd was agitated by Wilbur's attitude, and they shouted for Chance to punish Wilbur.

Maniac and Joel did not get along, but they had a common enemy at the moment. They both turned to glare at Wilbur.

Chance chuckled and shook his head. He said, "Youngsters nowadays don't know their place. I heard you're from Seechertown, so I'll start by making an example out of you, but I won't take your life. I'll spare you, so you can go back and tell your Seechertown comrades to bow down and surrender to me. That way, they can avoid unnecessary casualties. How does that sound?" "Chance Taft, I'm giving you a chance to choose. You can choose to focus on your cultivation in a secluded area and avoid unnecessary casualties by minding your own business. Otherwise, I can play along with your little games. However, you might not be able to bear the consequences," said Wilbur nonchalantly.

"Wilbur, you're too arrogant!" Maniac shouted while glaring at Wilbur. He looked furious as if they had an irreconcilable grudge.

Joel clenched his jaw in anger. 'That asshole! He betrayed Wilbur at a crucial moment and switched to Mister Taft's side. I can't believe he also said he wanted to be his adopted son. Now he's acting like he can't stand Wilbur. He's stealing all the spotlight from me.’ Joel refused to back down. He instantly yelled, "You've gone too far, Wilbur Penn. It's a shthat I'm not a cultivator. Otherwise, I would be fighting you by now." Maniac turned his head, feigning ignorance.

There was no way Joel would do that. Maniac fought Wilbur before and got his ass handed to him.

him seriously. He cursed him inside,

patience was at its limits. He looked at Wilbur and said coldly, "It looks like you don't understand what a Saint level cultivator represents. However, you're

the years." "Yes, sir." Zachary approached Wilbur slowly and said, "Mister Penn, may we have a spar in the yard?" Wilbur did not reply. He got up

swarmed and gathered at the door to watch the battle.

"Forgive me." A wave of spiritual energy immediately surged out of Zachary as he spoke. A strong spiritual pressure

appeared in

in return. He beckoned at

started to look serious. He started to perform seals continuously with his

cultivator?" Wilbur

A few huge boulders suddenly