Living With My Lady Boss

Chapter 690 Wilbur frowned and said, "Can we reach our destination before it gets dark? Let's stop wasting everyone's time." Wilbur knew there was something wrong with that group of people. He even spotted a rocket launcher in one of the vehicles. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He was not afraid, but he could not be sure that he would be able to protect Isabella.

So, he did not want to start any conflicts.

When Isabella heard that, she looked at the man and said, "The area up ahead isn't suited for off-roading. You should turn back." "Alright, officer," the man replied in a low voice.

"They're from the Red Sand Clan," Isabella said as she drove.

ho oda Wilbur was taken aback. "It looks like you knew. What does the Red Sand Clan do?" "Tomb raiding, robbery, you name it.

They're a typical violent criminal gang," Isabella explained.

Wilbur smiled and said, "Then why did you let them go?" "There are far fewer of us, and they have heavy weaponry. I was worried that you two would be in danger," Isabella said coldly.

Wilbur was stunned as he asked, "You were worried about us?" "Yes, if you weren't here, I would've taken action against them just now." "Miss Elsher, I think you don't fully understand the combat abilities of our department," Wilbur said with a smile.

Isabella said coldly as she drove, "You might be good at a fight, and your friend has a super weapon with him. However,

there are only three of us. If you get injured or die, the higher-ups will have my head." "I' mean, my friend is an Ambience level cultivator. Do you really think we're weak?" Wilbur asked.

Isabella said, "So what? Can an Ambience level cultivator take on a rocket launcher or a Barrett?" "I guess you're right." Wilbur smiled. An Ambience level cultivator might be able to take one blast or avoid a heavy-duty sniper.

However, it would be very dangerous to face a barrage of attacks.

If a few rocket launchers were used against an Ambience level cultivator, they would be on the verge of death if they survived the initial blast.

Meanwhile, a heavy sniper like the Barrett was enough to threaten an

Ambience level cultivator's life, An Aura level cultivator like Isabella would be in even more danger.

That was probably why she decided against taking action.

At that moment, Isabella picked up the satellite phone in the car.

"I'm Isabella. I noticed the Red Sand Clan on the desert roads. Send a medium- sized squad as backup." "Understood. Sending reinforcements right now. Maintain contact." Isabella hung up and continued forward.

Wilbur nodded approvingly. They were really efficient.

A medium-sized squad was usually about 300 people. It was more than enough for the numbers they saw just now.

As they constantly advanced, the skies

slowly darkened.

However, Isabella had no plans to stop.

After filling up the car with some gasoline, she continued forward into the night.

It was hard to see anything at night in the desert beyond where their lights illuminated.

Ryder kept a stern look on his face as he gazed ahead. Meanwhile, Wilbur was bored, so he closed his eyes to meditate.

A few hours passed, and the car alarm suddenly sounded.

Wilbur opened his eyes to see Isabella solemnly looking at a screen in the car, saying, "There's a sandstorm warning.

It's a high-level one, so we have to stop." Wilbur sighed. It seemed like he was quite unlucky. Why couldn't the task go smoothly so he could go back to Sealake Island to enjoy himself?

Thinking about that, Wilbur felt the urge to resign rising up in him again.

"Damn it. Once I'm done with this mission, I'm not doing anything anymore," He viciously swore to himself.

At that moment, the desert had already stirred up a fierce sandstorm. Isabella drove the car to the side of a sand dune and stopped, closing all the windows and any openings on the car.

"Whether or not we can leave tomorrow will depend on our luck," Isabella said.

Wilbur frowned and said, "Is a desert sandstorm really that powerful?"