Living With My Lady Boss

"Ambience level?"

Wilbur scoffed and counterattacked with a punch of his own. With a loud

explosion, a turbulent flow of spiritual energy erupted in the room, rippling in all directions.

"As expected. I was not wrong to say that you're a cultivator, right?" Samson said coldly.

Wilbur asked, "Does being a cultivator necessarily mean that I cheated?"

"If not? What is your purpose here at the casino?" Samson asked.noveldrama

Wilbur chuckled and said, "Can't a cultivator just play a hand or two? What a joke."

"This is the rule of the casino," Samson said.

Wilbur scoffed coldly. "That is your rule. My rule is that I'll do what I want to do."

"Nonsense. Bill, take him down. Let him know what the consequences of cheating in a casino are!" Samson barked.

Bill yelled and the spiritual energy in him concentrated in his hands, forming a long sword. He then aimed a slash at Wilbur.

As the sword came slashing down, an overbearing force of spiritual pressure rippled toward Wilbur.

The wooden coffee table in between them cracked before shattering into sawdust.

An attack from an Ambience level cultivator was quite terrifying.

Samson was all smiles. How dare someone cheat in his casino? They were clearly asking for trouble. Did they not know who he had supporting him?

Moreover, Bill was a mid Ambience level cultivator. It was more than enough to take down most cultivators. Samson did not need to use the other stronger cultivators.

Not many cultivators would achieve the Ambience level, which was why Samson had no regard for Wilbur at all. From the way he saw it, Wilbur was dead meat.

Right at this moment, Wilbur shouted. A terrifying wave of spiritual pressure was released. At the same time, a ball of spiritual flames lit up in his right hand as he grabbed Bill's sword.

The intensity of the spiritual pressure baffled Samson. He was so alarmed his heart almost stopped beating. The smile on his face instantly turned into horror.

Bill felt the same way. Just by sensing the spiritual pressure, he knew that he was no match for Wilbur. But it was all too late.

Wilbur sullenly grabbed Bill's sword with his right hand and his powerful spiritual energy instantly crushed Bill's sword.

The next moment, Wilbur punched Bill in the chest.

Bill instantly sensed a lethal force coming at him. In extreme fear, he roared and threw a punch at Wilbur, using up all his spiritual energy.

A loud crashing sound rang out.

Bill yelped and flew backward, spewing blood along the way. He crashed against the wall and fell to the ground. His chest had caved in, and he no longer showed any signs of life.

An Ambience level cultivator died from just a single punch.

Wilbur stood with his hands behind his back, glaring at Samson.

Samson's face was pale as a sheet. He stood there frozen, looking at Wilbur in terror. His men behind him were equally petrified. They stood there shivering.

Wilbur was already an intimidating person to them. Now that he had killed a person with just a single punch, how much more terrifying could he get?

"So? Mr. Honard, are there any other experts you have working for you? I can wait," Wilbur commented coldly.