"I guess you''re pretty skilled, after all. Come to Greensource Corp''s headquarters tomorrow. I''d like to meet with you personally."


    "Sure, but it''s going to have to wait till the meeting''s over. I''ll look for you after I send the national representatives off to the airport."


    "Those bastards! Do they think they cane and go as they please in a ce like Cametra? I''m going to make these nosy bastards pay tomorrow!"


    Barney hung up after that.


    Wilbur let out a long breath before heading back with Kyra. Tina''s mother had seen Tina''s letter and was waiting anxiously at the door.


    She hurried over at the sight of Wilbur. "Have you found Tina, Wilbur?"


    "Of course. Don''t worry, you know what her temper''s like. Tina''s not going to want toe back anytime soon, and I didn''t force anything on her. We agreed to cool off on our own for the night, and she''ll be back tomorrow."


    "That''s a relief. I shouldn''t have pushed her."


    Tina''s mother wiped at her tears, before ushering Wilbur and Kyra off to get some rest. Wilbur had a sleepless night and drove to the meeting location the next morning where he saw Kyle.


    "Mister Clements."


    "Mister Penn."


    Both men shook hands, and Kyle smiled. "Thank you for your wise wordsst night. Also, apologies in advance for the trouble today."


    "Not at all. It''s what I should do."


    Just then, the bodyguard behind Kyle looked Wilbur up and down. He waited until Kyle had entered the hall before walking up to Wilbur. "Hey, are you Wilbur Penn?"


    "Yes, that''s me. Nice to meet you."


    Wilbur stuck out his hand for a friendly handshake, but the bodyguard did not respond kindly. Instead, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and stuck his chin out. "My name''s Thomas, and you better remember it. You don''t have to worry about sending the national representatives to the airport anymore."


    "Oh, you''re Mister Thomas. Alright, can I know if this was Mister Clements'' request or your own?"


    "It''s mine. Do you have a problem with that? We might both be cultivators, but you''re only at the Ambience level. Meanwhile, I''m a mid Sanctuary level elite! I could squash you with a single finger! Don''t you think it''s a little funny that you''re offering to guard us with your measly cultivation skills?"


    Thomas was Kyle''s bodyguard, and Wilbur did not want to hurt him. However, it seemed like the guy was not going to back down without being taught a lesson.


    Wilbur stuck out an arm once more, his expression cold. "Let''s test that theory, then. The loser has to suck it up and do what the winner says. What do you think?"


    "Ha! You''re screwing yourself trying topete against me!"