Living With My Lady Boss

Wilbur was furious. He instantly wanted to beat the guy up. However, a lot of people were looking their way.

He did not want to cause a scene, so he suppressed his anger. He frowned and said, "You're occupying my seat, so you should move and find your own seat." "I like this seat. What are you going to do about it?" asked the blond guy arrogantly.

Next to him was a man with a tattoo sleeve. They were both in their twenties. Both of them seemed to be enjoying Wilbur's insistence on getting his own seat.

It was impossible for Wilbur to endure this kind of provocation even if he was a saint, which he was not.

He grabbed the blond guy by his shirt's collar and lifted him up, saying coldly, "Get away from my seat." "How dare you f*cking touch me!" the blond guy retorted instantly after a moment of confusion. The tattoo sleeve guy also stood up abruptly. They were ready for a fight.

Suddenly, the train conductor passed by. He saw the three of them and instantly yelled, "What are you guys doing?" "Oh, it's nothing. It's only a small misunderstanding." The blond guy immediately smiled, and the tattoo sleeve guy did not dare to be aggressive.

The train conductor walked over and looked at them, then demanded, "Identification and ticket, please." The three of them took their tto take out their identifications and tickets. The train conductor scanned their tickets, and then he told the blond guy and the tattoo sleeve guy, "You guys are supposed to be in seat number nine. Why are you here?" "It's nothing much. We've been sitting for too long, so we're just stretching our legs," said the blond guy with a smile.

The train conductor frowned and said, "Return to your seats if you're done stretching." "Alright, alright," the blond guy replied.

The train conductor then went away. The blond guy cbefore Wilbur and scoffed. He said, "Dude, I'll beat you up when we get off this train." "You'll know what's coming after we get off this train," said the tattoo sleeve guy.

Wilbur instantly laughed and asked, "Really? I don't buy it." "Heh. You better believe it. You'll be scared witless when you know who my boss is," said the blond guy arrogantly.

Wilbur was slightly curious. He asked, "May | know who's your boss? Is he that scary?" "Ha! My boss is the God of Thunder, Master Penn. His thunder spells are outrageous, and he defeated many invincible opponents.

Got it?" asked the blond guy.

Wilbur was taken aback. He asked, "May | ask more about this God of Thunder, Master Penn? How c| haven't heard of him?" The tattoo sleeve guy mocked him, "What an ignorant person you are. He's the chairman of the Cultivators Association in Seechertown. He defeated the three major clans of Seechertown. How can you not know about the God of Thunder, Master Penn?" Wilbur finally realized they were referring to himself. "When have | got the nicknof God of Thunder, Master Penn?’ he wondered.

He thought about it and laughed. It was hilarious to him.

"What the f*ck are you laughing about?" asked the blond guy coldly.

The tattoo sleeve guy said, "Dude, how dare you look down on the God of Thunder, Master Penn? You better not leave after we get off the train. I'll beat you up." "Alright, I'll be waiting," said Wilbur casually.

The blond guy scoffed coldly and returned to their seats several rows behind.

Wilbur sighed and sat on his seat. Those two ladies looked at him appreciatively.

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The younger girl frowned and said, "Those two were so annoying. They keep harassing us and won't keep their hands to themselves." "I see. It should be fine now." Wilbur laughed.

The girl smiled and nodded. However, the older girl gently tugged at the younger girl.

Wilbur noticed it and smiled faintly. He started to look out the window.

The younger girl clearly could not hold back after a while. She asked, "What's your name?" "I'm Wilbur Penn."