Living With My Lady Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

Ryder had not expected the monster to still be capable of something so terrifying. Ryder had practically exhausted his spirit energy by then and he had no way of fighting back. Yet he did not give up. He let out a howl as he exploded with the last of his spirit energy. The dagger roared into burning flames once again as Ryder lunged at the monster. Ryder did not give up even at the last second. The idea of running away did not even cross his mind. He used the last of his strength in a fight to the death, not backing away in the slightest. Elsa was so terrified she had let out a scream. Even she could tell that Ryder was walking right into a death trap, and there was no way he was a match for the monster. Wilbur let out a sigh. He opened and closed his palms, which exploded with spirit pressure as he shouted, "Lethal Earth!" He did not stop after that, gesturing with his palms again and shouting, "Quad Thunder!" Wilbur seemed to complete everything in a matter of seconds.

Orin fell silent for a long time before finally saying, "I told you before that the Campbell family has a thousand-year-long legacy. There were cultivators in our family at the start of that legacy, you know." "Yes, you've mentioned that before." "The Campbell family history is a long and remarkable one. According to the scrolls our ancestors left behind, we were a family of cultivators ourselves during ancient times. At our peak, we even had our own sect that took in pupils." "Really?" That was the first time Faron had heard this, and he was pretty shocked. Orin glanced at him before continuing. "However, toward the end, during the end of the last imperial dynasty and the beginning of the revolution, every single one of the cultivators in the Campbell family died. The survivors had little to no powers, and with time, our current generation is now completely mortal. I am a mortal myself, with no talent for cultivation and no chance at being a cultivator." "Well, isn't it impr

Wilbur looked over. The man was old and wrinkled, hunched over as he walked. He was sporting a bowler hat and a pale gray tracksuit. The cane in his hand was black, with a bright red jewel the size of an egg on top of it. He looked like a man who had been around for a long time, but one with wealth and status. The old man smiled at Wilbur as he walked over, his face wrinkling from the gesture. "Let me introduce myself." The old man sat down next to Wilbur with Jasmine's help. "My name is Albert Joeman." Wilbur poured Albert a cup of tea and nodded at him. "Please have some tea, Honorable Mister Joeman." "Please drop the honorifics." Albert shook his head. "I'm just an old geezer with one foot in the grave." Wilbur smiled and looked at Albert. Albert said, "Don't bother looking. I've got some amount of spirit energy in me to be in charge of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense." Wilbur said nothing, taking a sip of tea. "Ryder told me that you're incredibl

Jasmine smiled. "That's right. You can request for backup from your handler anytime you need, and if we deem your situation appropriate, we'll grant it to you." "Wouldn't that take forever? I'd be beaten up by the time they finished their assessment." A lot could happen in the span of a second in a battle, and there was no time to wait for assessments or tests of that kind. Jasmine reassured him, "Don't worry. There are only eighteen people with the same status as you, but you'll have over eighteen thousand people as backup. The assessment will not take more than a minute." "F*ck me." Wilbur could not help but swear. 18,000 people as backup to just 18 people? That was quite something else. "What kind of backup are we talking about?" Wilbur asked. Jasmine said, "Any firearms excluding nuclear weapons, warplanes included." "Holy moley!" That was all Wilbur could say. It was more than fair that nuclear weapons were not as easily accessible, but Dasha was definitely advance

"A banquet?" Faron fell silent. "I'll pass on this one. I shouldn't be showing my face at an event like this." Faron was someone of power, and it was true that he had to pick what events he attended. Wilbur chuckled. "Are you sure? There might be something worth seeing." "Something worth seeing?" Faron's face lit up with curiosity. "I've got to be there, then. What banquet is this?" "The city business banquet. You can find out where it is for yourself," Wilbur said, then hung up. He gave it some thought and took his own caller card out of his personal phone before inserting it into the phone the department had given him. There was no way he was going to be lugging two phones around all the time. He put his license and handgun back into the briefcase, then tossed it onto the passenger seat before driving back home. It was only one o'clock in the afternoon then. Wilbur sat in the living room in silence, thinking long and hard about something. This banquet was definitely