Wilbur raised Marshall above his head. "Tellwho 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 there. He tightened his grip
around Marshall's neck, whose breathing was cut offpletely.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mmmph—!"
Marshall turned red in the face, flailing around as he tried to struggle out of Wilbur's grasp. Yet Wilbur's arm seemed to be clamped
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 one last chance to tellwho 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-ive me, sir."
"Fawkes? Do you work for him? Why did you take his orders?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMany people had seen what happened at the auction, so there was the possibility of someone using Fawkes' nto 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..."
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