Wilbur refused to believe it, regardless of what anyone else thought!


    Wilbur actually suspected that it was highly likely Greensource Corp was actually controlled by the capitalistic bureaucrats from the Allied States.


    Their goal was to collect the gic data of Dashans and use this information to create all kinds of biological weapons to go to war against Dasha and annihte an entire culture!


    Wilbur got off the ne but did not arrange for any staff members working in the Cametra branch of Cape International to pick him up.


    Instead, he called a taxi and came to a neighborhood that was mostly popted by Dashans and stayed at a small inn called 56 Tribe.


    Right when Wilbur had checked in and was about to head downstairs for some food, he spotted a few ck and white men from Cametra threatening the owner of the inn with a gun for her to cough up protection fees for the next few months! "Hurry up, you Eastern pig! Pay up the money, or I''ll fire this up your backside!" Wilbur nearlyughed out loud at the way those idiots were asking for money.


    The sight of the innkeeper being threatened made hisughter fizzle out at the speed of light, as he knew that these bastards would actually shoot her if she did note up with the money.


    "Could you just give me a few more days, gentlemen?"


    "Just a few more days, I promise. I''ll have the money by then."


    The poor innkeeper fumbled to open the counter cash drawer as she begged, showing the measly contents inside.


    "F*ck you! Do you think we''re f*cking idiots? You''ve just got a new customer! How could you only have this little money?"


    The man holding the gun spotted Wilbur and grabbed him by the shoulder.


    It was clear that this guy was quite smart, unlike some hooligans who could hardly solve a math equation.


    Just as the innkeeper was about to give in and cough up the money Wilbur had just paid, Wilbur turned to her and asked in Dashan, "How much do you need to pay?"


    The innkeeper nced at the man holding the gun and stuck out five fingers. "They''re not asking for much. It''s just five hundred dors. However, my bastard of a husband''s got a gambling addict he just can''t kick. He''s lost everyst penny we have, and the inn hasn''t been doing very well. We can hardly afford to get by. How are we supposed to pay them anything?"


    Wilbur gave the words some thought and reached for his wallet before handing five hundred dors to the man holding the gun. "I''ll pay for them this month. They really haven''t got any money."


    The man draped his arm around Wilbur''s shoulder at once, his scowl turning into a hearty grin. "You''re a nice guy, aren''t you? Feel free to hit me up if you''re in the mood for some hot chicks or some weed!"