Watson glowered at Wilbur as if affected by the disdain in Wilbur''s gaze.


    Have him buried?


    Wilbur could not help but chuckle at the words, before taking a step up to Watson and pointing at himself. "I wasn''t sure if I should believe Enoff, but after seeing you I finally get why these people set up such an borate n to use me to wipe your family out. You''re in luck, for I value fairness with everyone. I''ll give you a chance to kill me now. If you can''t do that, don''t fault me for not giving you any more chances!"


    Watson was practically shaking with rage at this stranger before him. He grabbed the pistol at his waist, shoving the barrel against Wilbur''s chest as he fumed, "You f*cking piece of shit, you''ve pissed me off now! I''d like to see if you can move faster than the bullets in my gun! Come on, keep that cockiness up! There''s nothing I enjoy more than killing off idiots like you!"


    Watson sneered at Wilbur, certain that a regr human being who emitted no spiritual energy would be dead with just one gunshot.


    The next second, however, Watson was shocked to realize that the hand he had on the pistol was unable to movepletely. It seemed to be restricted by a strange pressure and felt like it was about to explode at any second.


    "Come on, pull the trigger! Less talking, more shooting. Don''t tell me you don''t even have the guts to fire a gun, do you? If you don''t shoot me within the next ten seconds, I''ll take it as you pass on your chance," Wilbur smiled at Watson.


    "Who... Who are you? What kind of evil spell have you put on me? Don''t try anything funny, or my father won''t let you go!"


    Watson was actually of peak Aura level but could not retaliate in the slightest in the face of Wilbur''s terrifying ways. It was as if his entire body had frozen up under a mysterious pressure.


    "You really aren''t shutting up even when you''re this close to dying. I guess you''re just used to running your mouth. Most people would have started begging for mercy by now. I''m not in a rush to kill you yet, though. Let me just teach you a little lesson and tell you what I''d like you to do. If you obey, I''ll let you live a little longer!"


    Wilbur looked nothing but calm as he said the words, but everyone there could tell that there was an expression on Watson''s face that had never been seen before -fear.


    "You... Let me go, you bastard! Mister Erin has a crush on my sister! If you kill me, he''ll be sure to avenge me!"


    Watson''s expression grew with terror as he sensed the increasing pressure on his arm, staring at Wilbur as he blurted the threat out shakily.


    "God, you really don''t learn. I guess you''ll have to lose an arm for that to happen, then!"


    A loud explosion could be heard, and Watson''s arm holding the gun against Wilbur''s chest exploded, filling the air with a spray of blood and flesh.