Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver

Chapter 676 wilbur looked at Baron. "I'd really advise against you doing that, or you're going to regret it." "I've never regretted any of my actions, and nothing I've done has ever been worthy of my regret," Baron boasted. "So what if you're Sanctuary level? Power isn't everything, and neither are skills. I can do whatever I want to Cape, and you can't do anything about it." Wilbur chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't think you understand people like me, with the way you think you've got us wrapped around your finger just because you've got power or money. I can live without Cape, but you're dead if you even try to put your hands on ie" Baron's gaze turned murderous, as he glowered at Wilbur.

Wilbur looked back at him in the eye without any intention of backing down.

"You dare go against this nation?" Baron asked coldly.

Wilbur let out a sneer of disdain. "What's this? Are you speaking on the nation's behalf here? Don't flatter yourself, buddy. You're nothing to me." "What the hell did you just say?" Baron's voice was terrifyingly dark, his tone cold and piercing.

Wilbur said, "I think I made myself pretty clear."

Keep that attitude up, and Cape's going to be shutting its doors.

Wanna bet that the transfer documents will be out in just three days?" Baron threatened.

Wilbur shrugged. "I know it's possible, but you'll be dead if that happens too." You've got some nerve. No one has ever threatened me like this before, not even a Sanctuary level cultivator." Baron had finally lost his temper. Behind him, Saber's finger twitched.

spread out,

lit up with spiritual

his fingers shaking as ten black lines

began to constrict, and even crack.

Wilbur scoffed. His fist began to rumble with lightning, rumbling

scared out of their wits by the

a punch at Saber without

punch contained Dragon Power, spiritual energy, and thunder energy, resulting in a spiritual fist that let out the howl of a dragon as it hurtled

hearing the dragon's howl and sensing the power

ten

through the air like razor-sharp blades, colliding against

form of rampant spiritual energy as a fierce gust of

Saber, and the rampant spirit energy brushed

was drenched in sweat now. It was clear that destroying