"Hmph, ten million? Do you think you''re dismissing a mere beggar? I can easily earn thirty to fifty million with just one project. Your ten million is nothing! Besides, now that my son is gone, what use is your money to me? Let me tell you, this is not something money can solve. No matter how much money you give me, whether it''s a billion or a hundred billion, I won''t ept it, because this money can''t bring back my son''s life."


    Faron''s face darkened, and he said coldly, "Fine! If you don''t want money, what do you want?"


    "I... I only want one thing, and that is for you to die."


    At that moment, a ck-robed figure standing beside Tyrel shifted slightly. Tyrel said, "No need, step back. I thought torturing Faron would make me happy, but every time I see him, I''m reminded of my dead son, and I just want to kill him."


    While Tyrel was speaking, Wilbur had already activated his pores, releasing his dragon aura. Soon, his dragon aura pervaded the area. At that moment, the ck-robed cultivator seemed to sense something unusual and nced at Wilbur. However, the ck-robed cultivator remained silent because he knew Faron''s identity. If Tyrel really killed Faron, everyone present would be implicated.


    As the dragon aura covered the entire area, Wilbur breathed a sigh of relief. Now, as long as Tyrel put down his gun, all Wilbur needed to do was move the gun away from Faye''s temple, and he could immediately disarm Tyrel and make him kneel with the intimidating force of the dragon aura.


    Wilbur thought that the farce was about to end here. However, just at that moment, Tyrel red at Wilbur and sneered, "You seem to like this woman, don''t you? Hmph, then I''ll kill her first, and then I''ll kill all of you. Today, all of you will be sent to see my son in death."


    Wilbur''s heart skipped a beat. However, just at that moment, as Tyrel was about to pull the trigger, a bullet pierced through Tyrel''s head, entering from the back and exiting from the forehead.


    Tyrel''s eyes widened in an instant, and then his body lost its strength and he fell to the ground. A fully armed ten-man squad rushed in, holding their guns and stopping Tyrel''s men.


    "Wilbur!"


    "Faye!"


    Wilbur hugged Faye, and at that moment, Faron took two steps back in fright. The leader of the special forces team came to Faron and said with a respectful salute, "Sir, are you alright?"


    Faron extended his trembling right hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "I''m fine."


    "Sir, the governor had a prior arrangement with you. If you encounter any trouble outside that cannot be resolved, resulting in the deployment of the special forces, then you need to follow the special forces team and return to the family immediately."


    "Understood, give me five minutes."


    "Yes."


    The leader of the special forces team stood by with his weapon, and Faron approached Wilbur, saying, "Wilbur, thank you so much for everything. If it weren''t for you, I''m afraid I would have died long ago."


    Faron knew what had happened that night when they were racing. Under high- speed driving conditions, the car would definitely have skidded if the tires burst. If it were not for Wilbur''s intervention, he would have fallen off the cliff with the car.


    "It''s nothing. After all, neither of us wanted to meet someone like Creaney. But what''s done is done."


    "Yeah, I may have to go back for a while. Goodbye, bro."


    "Take care."


    Faron followed the members of the special forces team and left. The remaining people captured all of Tyrel''s men and eventually handed them over to the police station. The next morning, early in the morning, someone sent a gift from Orin.


    "The governor said that you saved his son''s life and heard that you were recently looking for collections rted to dragons, so he specially bought this Nine Dragons Painting at a high price to give it to you."