Wilbur stared at Yumi for a long time before saying, "Fine, I'll give you one chance." "I'll invest ten billion US Dollars in Cape Consortium. I don't need shares or any positions. I just want a share of the profits. Is that acceptable?" Wilbur frowned. That was a substantial amount, equal to sixty to seventy billion Dashan Dollars. That was a very substantial investment. As an investment group, having more funds was always better. She did not want any shares or any positions and only wanted a share of the profits. It was definitely a very enticing proposition. Any corporation would find it hard to object. It was something that could only be good for him. However, Wilbur just laughed, "Oh? Is there no money to be earned in Cherrytopia? Why did you run over here?" "Dasha is a massive market with over a billion people and countless businesses. The country is growing rapidly, so any capital investments here will be the most useful and make the most money, ensuring contin
Yumi said seriously, "Mister Penn, the ten billion US Dollars is merely a gesture of goodwill. If you can help me resolve this family crisis, I can allow Cape to enter Cherrytopia, and I'll guarantee your company's safety there." Wilbur had a smile on his face. Just like how it was difficult to enter Dasha's market with foreign investment, it was hard for Dasha's investors to enter other countries as well. It was generally not allowed. However, with Yumi's help, there should not be a problem. After all, she was part of one of the biggest families in Cherrytopia. Whether it was their influence or their power, it would be more than enough. However, the condition was that she needed to stabilize her family. If he went there personally, then there should not be any problems. He could also witness the ninja arts of Cherrytopia. He might end up learning something. On top of that, he was quite interested in making money from the people of Cherrytopia. Killing a few people he d
Wilbur was stunned and asked, "What did you say?" "I said to get your dirty hands off her. Do you think she's someone you can touch?" the man said rudely. Wilbur started to get angry as well. He had only tried to help her out, but the man was acting like he took advantage of her. "Hey, can't you see that I helped her because she fell?" Wilbur retorted. "You didn't need to. No one is allowed to touch my woman, got it?" The man said, glaring at the woman before he sat down in his seat. The woman was obedient, hurriedly nodding to Wilbur in thanks before she sat down next to the man in the suit, not looking around at all. Another man who was quite muscular and dressed in sportswear, shot a cold look at Wilbur before sitting down behind the man in a suit. Wilbur was speechless. He looked at Ryder and said, "Does this guy have some sort of problem like you do?" "What did you say?" The man in the suit looked at Wilbur with a dark expression. Wilbur retorted coldly, "I said
Isabella said coldly at Wilbur's question, "Are you questioning our abilities?" "I'm not. It's just that there's no point in numbers if this is a paranormal incident," Wilbur replied earnestly. Isabella raised an eyebrow and said, "Honestly, I'm skeptical about your department. Are there really paranormal events in the world?" "Isn't it staring at you in the face right now? You're an Aura level cultivator yourself. Shouldn't you have some understanding of paranormal phenomena?" Wilbur asked. Isabella was taken aback as she measured Wilbur from head to toe. After a long time, she slowly said, "Fine, I'll be your guide. Let me see what the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense is capable of." After that, Isabella immediately ordered her subordinates to fill the trunk of her car with water and military rations, as well as a few buckets of gasoline. "Shall we?" Isabella got into the car, looking at Wilbur and Ryder calmly. Wilbur knew that Isabella was not very happ
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. 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. 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. Wi
"A large-scale sandstorm can alter the landscape, making it hard to determine which direction we are heading. If that's the case, our operation might have to be terminated," Isabella said. Wilbur sighed and thought, 'Had I known this would happen, I would have just come alone.' Regardless, sending Isabella and Ryder back at this point seemed impossible, so they could only wait. The three sat in the car and listened to the wind blowing outside in silence. Such a situation could be deadly, and disasters could take place at any moment. It was a dangerous situation for Isabella and Ryder, but not for Wilbur because he could float in the air to find his way back at any time since he was at the Sanctuary level. The sandstorm raged for the entire night and only stopped the next morning. Isabella tried opening the car door, only to realize that it would not budge. It took quite a few tries for her to finally open the door. At that point, they realized that half of the car was bur
The man spotted Wilbur too. He looked at Wilbur warily and said, "Mind your own business, or you will die." He then waved his arm and the trio got into their UTVs before driving off. "My gun!" Isabella shouted. Wilbur frowned. "Don't worry. We will see them again." "What?" She asked. Wilbur sighed. "Isn't it obvious? They are here for the ruins as well. We will see them again once we reach the ruins." Isabella's expression darkened. She turned around and picked up the satellite phone. Shortly after, she set it down and gazed up at the sky. Although the sandstorm had ceased, the sky above was still shrouded in dense yellow clouds, preventing sunlight from penetrating through. "There's no signal," she said and sighed. Wilbur chuckled. "Let's walk, then." She glanced at the compass she wore around her wrist and said, "We're heading north. The ruins are roughly 300 kilometers away. We might need a day to get there." "Let's hurry then," Wilbur said. Isabella opened
Wilbur knew that he would have to deal with that man, or he would not be able to execute his mission. Luckily, they were all in an isolated land, so he could take the time to observe what they were going to do. The three approached a tent and the muscular man started staring coldly at them as soon as they approached. The man was setting up a device that looked like a radar and showed no intention of bothering himself over their presence. The woman stood next to the man and glanced at Wilbur before lowering her head to help. "What are you doing? Where's my gun?" Isabella questioned. The man did not even turn his head around and said, "Logan, kill them." Isabella's expression darkened. Logan strode toward Isabella. The tremendous power emanating from him caused the sand to swirl around him. Isabella paled. She had never sensed such powerful energy. His energy was so overpowering that she struggled to gather her own spiritual energy under its pressure. Even breathing f