Fawkes yelled out when he noticed what happened. "What? Damn that guy! I can''t believe he ced a formation here!"


    Johnson seemed very calm and said softly, "Cultivators are not the same as ordinary people, but when ites to the Satan Robot, any cultivator can be taken down by spending some money no matter how powerful they are."


    The robot arm switched into a rocketuncher and aimed at Wilbur, then shot out a rocket. The rocket instantly flew toward Wilbur, and the formation made with dragon aura instantly formed a shield to defend against the attack.


    Boom!


    The rocket hit the shield and immediately exploded, resulting in a powerful wave of energy that rippled outward. The dragon aura that surrounded Wilbur


    weakened by thirty percent.


    "It seems like the so-called formation is not that powerful," Johnson coldly insulted before heunched two more rockets.


    Boom!


    Boom!


    The rockets hit the formation, and the power decreased further after the explosions. It was barely holding on with just ten percent of its power remaining. Truthfully, the strength of the defense formation was the same as the cultivator''s spiritual will. If the cultivator''s spiritual will was very strong, then the defense formation would be very strong. However, Wilbur used the Dragon Move and exhausted his spirit energy, so his spiritual will was hanging on by a thread.


    The defense formation was weakened to ten percent under those circumstances. Therefore, the attacks from the three rockets were enough to bring the formation to the brink of breaking down.


    If Wilbur recovered his spirit energy, not even a hundred Satan Robots could break his defense formation.


    Fawkes saw that Wilbur''s defense formation was on the brink of failing and eximed excitedly, "Quick! Hurry up and kill him!"


    Johnson suddenly put down his right arm. He turned to look at Fawkes and said, "Fawkes, you want to kill Wilbur Penn, but you should know that this has nothing to do with me. I''m doing you a favor right now."


    "You... What do you want?"


    "I can help you kill him, but you have to pay me in return."


    "Alright. Name your price. I''ll pay you as long as you kill Wilbur Penn."


    "Two hundred million dors. Also, you used to pay Huck three million dors each year. From now on, you''ll give me ten million dors annually as a reward. These are my terms. I can kill Wilbur Penn for you if you ept it. If you don''t, this is no longer any of my business."


    "You... Are you threatening me?" Fawkes looked furious. He had billions in assets, so two hundred million dors was not a lot to him. However, Fawkes had been enjoying a privileged life, and everyone respected him, which was why Fawkes behaved so arrogantly.


    He could not believe that Johnson was threatening him. His attitude made Fawkes feel awful. Therefore, Fawkes hated Johnson. He knew that he messed up by provoking Wilbur in the first ce, but he did not think Johnson could talk to him like that.


    Johnson said coldly, "Wilbur will kill you even if I don''t. Isn''t this all because of your jealousy? Or is it because you still can''t learn to take it down a notch?"


    Fawkes was surprised to hear that. Then, he regained hisposure and said, "Alright. I''ll ept your conditions. Do it."


    "I texted you my bank ount. You need to transfer two hundred million dors immediately. I''ll work for you when I receive the money, boss."