Wilbur raised Marshall above his head. "Tell me who sent you."


    Marshall widened his eyes in terror. "Y-You''re a cultivator! How could this be?"


    Marshall seemed to be in disbelief at what was happening, but Wilbur was not trying to waste time here. He tightened his grip around Marshall''s neck, whose breathing was cut offpletely.


    "Mmmph-!"


    Marshall turned red in the face, iling around as he tried to struggle out of Wilbur''s grasp. Yet Wilbur''s arm seemed to be mped firmly around his neck like it was made of metal, and the blood in Marshall''s body rushed to his face as the oxygen in his lungs drained.


    Wilbur saw that and knew it was about time. "Listen up. I''m going to give you onest chance to tell me who sent you. If you refuse to talk, I''ll kill you immediately."


    He loosened his grip, and Marshall felt as though the bones in his body fell apart when he heaved for air. "S-Sir, p-please don''t kill me! I''m just following F-Fawkes'' orders. He''s the one who wants you dead, and we would have n-never taken up the job if we knew you were a c-cultivator. P-Please, f-forgive me, sir."


    "Fawkes? Do you work for him? Why did you take his orders?"


    Many people had seen what happened at the auction, so there was the possibility


    of someone using Fawkes'' name to go after Wilbur. Regardless of who it was, Wilbur was going to have to dig them out for the sake of Diseya''s safety.


    "We... we didn''t have a choice..."


    "Don''t make me repeat myself. Do you work for Fawkes, or not?"


    Marshall trembled from head to toe as he stammered, "Mister Penn, we''re from the Scorpion Killers. Fawkes paid us a hundred million dors to kill you, and that''s why we came to Diseya. He never told us that you were a cultivator. We would never dare to try anything if he had told us that."


    Wilbur tossed Marshall onto the ground. "I guess Fawkes isn''t going to stop until he gets me. Bring me to him. I want to see him myself."


    "But sir, there are lots of bodyguards in Fawkes'' mansion. Some of them are cultivators too. It''s really dangerous there and you''d be walking into a death trap."


    Wilbur sneered coldly. "Do you think that scares me?"


    "O-Of course not, sir. I''ll lead the way."


    Marshall crawled to his feet and led the way, Wilbur followed behind him as he asked, "How did you guys get here?"


    "On bikes. There were eight of us, but you killed four of them, so only four of us are left. There are three more people waiting outside."


    "Okay. Take me to them."


    Wilbur shoved Marshall along as they walked out of Diseya into the deserts. Marshall spotted Huck''s corpse on the ground next to the bikes and fell to the ground in terror.


    "What the... how did this happen? Mister Huck... someone... someone k-killed him!"