However, the marksman soon lost the smile on his face.


    Wilbur''s body somehow arched around the bullets in a gravity-defying turn that made it look like he had no bones.


    All three shots missed him by a hair''s breadth once more.


    The marksman got another shot in, but Wilbur had alreadynded on the building and was slowly making his way over.


    The marksman gripped his gun and started backing away.


    He was drenched in cold sweat by the time his back hit the edge of the building. There was nowhere left for him to run.


    Gritting his teeth, he raised his gun once again.


    Just then, Wilbur waved his hand.


    A crescent de aura shot out, slicing the marksman''s weapon clean in half along with one of the marksman''s arms.


    He cried out in agony as he clutched his wound and stared at Wilbur in terror.


    Wilbur stopped a few meters before him, eyeing him coldly. "Who ordered you to kill me?"


    The marksman did not want to answer, but an invisible fear seemed to have takenplete hold over him.


    Within a few seconds, the marksman felt like he was in hell.


    Countless monsters and demons ripped and tore at his soul, dragging him deep into the depths of hell.


    What greeted him at those depths was an endless bloody river.


    Countless bones and skeletons bobbed on the surface of the river, some of them seemingly alive as they iled about and cried out in agony in the river.


    The overwhelming terror broke the marksman down in mere seconds.


    He copsed to the ground, trembling from head to toe. "We were only following Chastin''s orders! Please spare me, Mister Penn!"


    Chastin Longman, the head of inventory.


    Wilbur smiled and turned to leave.


    The overwhelming fear lifted off the marksman, and he heaved a long sigh of relief as he wiped at the sweat from his forehead.


    Just then, however, Wilburunched an attack without even looking back.


    A razor-sharp aura came hurtling out.


    The marksman cried out in shock as his head was lopped clean off his body, leaving his lifeless corpse copsing to the ground.


    Wilbur sneered, then leaped off the top of the building. He retrieved the box before continuing on his path back to Leeker Corp.


    Wilbur took the statue out when he returned to his room, setting it down on the living room table. He nced at it onest time, then headed back to sleep.


    The next morning, the Leeker Corp staff filed into the office one by one.


    Wilbur woke up on time and freshened up before heading over to the administration lobby in a leisurely stroll.


    There were up to a hundred people hunched in front of theirputers in the front of the space. The area in the back was taken up by the offices of each department head.


    Wilbur''s office was also here.


    He strolled across the lobby, and the workers he passed greeted him with polite bows.


    Wilbur nodded kindly, stopping at Chastin''s office.


    There was a table by the door of the office, where Chastin''s assistant was sitting.


    Wilbur walked up to the assistant coldly. "Tell Chastin to get out here."


    The assistant''s expression turned visibly fearful when he saw Wilbur.


    He stammered and tripped over his own words as if he was trying to buy himself time.


    Just then, Wilbur''s expression darkened as he threw a punch.


    With a loud popping sound, the assistant''s head exploded into a red mist,


    sttering viscous blood and fluids against the wall behind him.


    The gesture scared the hell out of everyone else in the lobby.


    They stood up, faces turning pale as they took in the sight before them despite


    the fact that they had witnessed countless deaths.