How ruthlessly greedy! He was left with practically nothing!
However, Wilbur could not resist the temptation from the old dragon.
He guessed that no one could resist it.
Wilbur sighed and chose to exchange the Clover.
The Clover radiated a dim blue light as it levitated.
Wilbur held it and observed it carefully for a while.
The quality of reward the old dragon produced was undeniable.
Therefore, he chose to ingest it after brief consideration. With his mind made up, he sat crossed-legged in the demine and started digesting the Clover.
Meanwhile, the old man, stylish man, and muscr man were sitting in an office on the top floor. They were in the Kiwanis Chamber of Commerce building in Magic City.
The stylish man was still ying his video game while the muscr man sat anxiously. The old man nced at them and said slowly, "The assassination failed again."
"I don''t think we should continue doing this. Wilbur might not be our enemy," the muscr man said with a frown.
The stylish man continued ying his video game without a care.
The old man said slowly, "We don''t have a choice. For someone of his capabilities, he''ll eventually find out, or maybe he already knows the secret."
"What do you think we should do?" asked the muscr man.
The old man replied slowly, "He has that traitor with him, Eileen Fall. We have to get rid of them."
"The tenth-ranked assassin in the world failed. I can''t imagine who else is capable of killing him," said the muscr man.
The old man said, "Coincidentally, Mister Wings of Darkness traveled here, so I invited him. What do you say we ask for his help?"
"The seventh-ranked assassin in the world, Wings of Darkness, Saige Bass?" The muscr man looked shocked.
The old man smiled and pped.
The meeting room door opened, and a petite middle-aged foreigner walked in.
He had a slim face and did not seem very tall. However, he walked like he was gliding in darkness.
While the trio could see him, they felt as though he did not exist. It was an eerie feeling.
Saige kept quiet and took a seat. Darkness formed a cape over him.
The old man continued to say, "It''s a coincidence that Mister Bass is in Dasha right now. Twenty billion dors isn''t a lot, so we can afford to hire him."
The muscr man was silent.
The stylish man nced at Saige and continued to y his video game.
The old man looked at them and said slowly, "We won''t fail if Mister Bass is helping us."
"I still don''t think we should assassinate Wilbur Penn and Eileen Fall," said the muscr man in a low voice.
The old man looked at the stylish man.
The stylish man said without looking up, "This will be thest time. We shouldn''t waste our money. Twenty billion dors is not a small amount."
"Two votes in agreement." The old man smiled and looked at the muscr man.
The muscr man walked out while saying, "I give up. This has nothing to do with me anyway."
The muscr man left.
The stylish man threw his phone against the wall. He walked away while scolding, "F*ck! I lost again! What kind of lousy gamepany made this? I''ll buy the wholepany."
The old man sat next to Saige and smiled, then said, "We''ll be relying on you, Mister Bass."
"I heard he''s a Super Sanctuary cultivator." The darkness around Saige made him seem like a demon.
The old man smiled and said, "Yes, but you can do it, right?"
"Of course, but his items will belong to me." Dark shadows seemed to be roiling about within him, visible through all of his orifices as he spoke, making it a creepy sight to behold.
The old man nodded and said slowly, "We have to make sure we don''t fail this time."
A pair of ck wings abruptly spread out of Saige''s back. The old man could not believe his ears when a dark hymnal echoed in the meeting room.
A terrifying energy instantly overwhelmed the old man.
"He truly is the Wings of Darkness, the seventh-ranked assassin in the world." The astounded voice of the old man could be heard in the darkness.