Female NovelWilbur looked at Zimmer and frowned. He asked, "Do we know each other?" "Sir, | attended the party hosted by the Owens clan, so | witnessed your glory," said Zimmer cautiously.
It was an unforgettable battle for Zimmer.
Wilbur was like a god who killed the demonic Saint level cultivator, Jeremy Owens. He was very powerful.
Zimmer found it difficult to reach the heights of such a powerful individual. He would never achieve that level of power in his lifetime, and he would be spending his whole life looking up to Wilbur.
Wilbur nodded slowly. There were hundreds of people back then, so he could not remember everyone.
"It looks like Buff Lestrade asked you to come.".novelbin
Zimmer hurriedly said, "lI wouldn't dare! | only heard from Buff that someone damaged the factory equipment and hit them. He askedfor help, so I'm here to find out what happened. | didn't expect you to be here, sir." "Do you believe him?" asked Wilbur casually.
Zimmer interrupted by replying, "No way. Sir, how would you have anything to do with trash like Buff? He must've done something wrong to get you here. Just say the word and I'll punish him, sir." Buff felt a chill when he heard that slumped to the ground.
He finally realized how terrifying Wilbur actually was. After all, Zimmer Denmark was already an elite to him.
For an elite like Zimmer Denmark to kneel in front of that man like that only served to show how terrifyingly powerful Wilbur truly was.
He could not believe he provoked someone like that. He felt dizzy and feared that he would not have long to live.
Suddenly, Wilbur said slowly, "Let him explain instead." Zimmer immediately yelled at Buff, "Buff Lestrade, tell the truth! If you dare to lie, I'll kill you on the spot!" His strict yells startled Buff. He did not dare to lie at that point, so he obediently admitted to using the opportunity to scam Wilbur out of ten million dollars.
After he was done, Zimmer said angrily, "Alright. You deserved it." "Mister Denmark, please spare me. I'm willing to compensate in whatever way." Buff was genuinely terrified. He was shaking all over as he said that.
Zimmer scoffed angrily, then bowed at Wilbur and said, "Sir, how do you want to deal with this asshole? Just say the word." Wilbur groaned for a moment before he said, "I had a look at the losses. It's a couple hundred thousand dollars at most. How about this? I'll compensate him with one million dollars.
"Sir..." Zimmer was going to speak, but Wilbur interrupted him by raising his hand. He continued to say, "But he hit my subordinates. Ten million dollars as medical compensation is not too much to ask, is it?" "Not at all," Buff quickly agreed to it before Zimmer could speak.
That was no joke. Money was not as important as his life.
Wilbur smiled and said, "Good. In that case, tell him to pass nine million dollars to Gage Weiss and the three drivers as compensation. As for what | said about breaking his leg, we'll forget about it." Buff turned pale at the mention of that. Zimmer suddenly stood up and walked next to Buff.
"Mister Denmark, please don't do it. Mister Denmark, he already said to forget it, so please spare me," shouted Buff in terror.
However, Zimmer scoffed coldly and kicked him in the legs. His legs were instantly snapped.
Buff instantly cried out in pain.
The bloodied floor made Gage and the three drivers turn their heads the other way. They could not bear to watch.
Buff's subordinates were so scared that they all knelt on the floor, trembling uncontrollably.
Wilbur said slowly, "Zimmer Denmark." "What are your orders, sir?" Zimmer hurriedly bowed.