Jiro was a dealer of collectibles and would have found someone else to sell his goods off to even if Wilbur had not gone looking for him. According to the data, Jiro had only bought the fourth dragon cauldron from someone else just half a month ago. He was just trying to hike up the price. Of course, Jiro would be happy that someone had come looking for him, and he said yes right away. "Alright, Mister Penn. Please come to my house if you'd like to buy some collectibles. Also, please send me the images of the collectibles you'd like first." "Sure." "Oh, please send me your address too." "Sure." Jiro sent his address to Wilbur within two minutes after hanging up, who rushed to his house at top speed. Jiro had managed to live in a bungalow by making money dealing with collectibles. Wilbur rang the doorbell, and the butler answered not long after. The butler was an old man who smiled at Wilbur. "You must be Mister Wilbur Penn, here to purchase some antiques?" "That's right

A collectible hunter was a special name for a person dealing in the business of buying and selling collectibles. The nickname existed because this kind of person was able to see different prices and meanings for each collectible based on the customer. Collectibles were not cheap, and their dealers were usually pretty well off. Jiro was undoubtedly a rich man, and some of his customers did not care much about money. However, they definitely cared about how they looked to others. The collectible hunter would play the game of finding out the best price the customer could offer. This would show how much the customer cared about the collectible, and the seller would be able to make a good amount of money as well. There were too many purveyors of personal secrets in the world, and the collectible hunter fell right into this category. However, these people could only find out the secrets of regular people, as cultivators came with auras of their own. Besides, Jiro was going up against W

Kaylee Automotives was pretty much what gave Billy his wealth and status. Losing it would mean losing everything he had. Wilbur was certain that Billy would hate to have that happen to him. Sure enough, Wilbur's phone rang with a call from Billy within three minutes. "Sir? I think we could negotiate what you mentioned just now." Half an hour later, Wilbur met up with Billy in the private room of a fancy Western restaurant. Billy hurried to shake Wilbur's hand at the sight of him. Billy was extremely fat, and the sight of his enormous figure wrapped up in a suit was certainly amusing. Billy looked like there was a lot on his mind. After ordering two steaks, he said, "Mister Penn, I've brought you what you want." He set a wooden box down on the table. "I can give the cauldron to you for free, but I've got a small request. I hope you can delete all the information you have, Mister Penn, and promise not to mention anything about Kaylee Automotives forever." "No, thank you."

Right after Wilbur had ended the call, his phone rang with another call from Layla. "Yo, sir." "Is anything the matter, Layla?" "Sir, we've just received news that the assassin group called the Black Panthers reappeared after disappearing from the cultivator's circle for a good while. They killed Jiro last night, and if I'm not wrong, they're now on their way to Migorn." "I think they're out to get you, sir." "I know. It's alright, I'll handle it." The Black Panthers were making a move? Wilbur found the whole thing rather peculiar upon hanging up. The Black Panthers had always been under a powerful secret elite, working for him and carrying out his demands. That elite had not given out any orders for a long time, and eventually, the Black Panthers were barely talked about at all. No one could believe that they had made a reappearance, ten years later— and this time, they were after him. Wilbur gave it some thought and realized that neither he nor Jiro had any reason t

Lisa looked up at her daughter then. "You don't have to worry about me, Ellen. I'm sure if you left on your own, Howie wouldn't be able to find you. You'd be able to start a whole new life then. A woman's most precious years of her life are her twenties. You're a big girl, Ellen. You should have a life of your own." Ellen did not turn around, tears streaming down her face at Lisa's words. Ellen felt her heart warm from her mother's love, and everything was worth it then. In fact, she knew she would be able to escape if she left on her own. Ellen could leave town, and her father would never find her again. However, her mother would starve to death. Ellen knew very well that Howie would not take care of Lisa, and she would be left to die if Ellen ran away. Ellen loved her mother and would never leave on her own because of that. "Ellen," Lisa said carefully. "Don't worry about me, Mom. I'm fine. Everything's fine, isn't it?" The next morning, Ellen was called to the office by