Wilbur arrived at the entrance of Seke Ind with his men and found Jose lying on the ground. At that moment, Faye was already being held by the other party. With a quick nce, Wilbur estimated that there were probably over twenty people on the other side.


    "Tyrel, they''re here."


    "Wilbur!"


    "Faye, don''t be afraid, I''m here."


    Wilbur locked eyes with Tyrel, who stared and said, "You''re Wilbur?"


    "Yes, I am Wilbur. I don''t think I know you. At least, she is innocent. Could you let her go first, and then we can talk?"


    Tyrel stared and said, "You''re right, we don''t know each other, and this time, I''m not here for you. I can release her, but you must promise me, you cannot interfere in this matter!"


    "Tyrel, it''s really you!"


    At this moment, Faron said, "You''re here for me, right? That guy, he''s your son, isn''t he?"


    "Yes, Mister Campbell, you guessed it right. That person who raced against you and eventually fell off the cliff was my son. My son lost his life. What do you think should be done about this?"


    "You!"


    Faron suddenly became furious and said, "Your son brought this upon himself, he caused himself to fall off the cliff. Can you me me for this? Are you still being reasonable?"


    "Mister Campbell! I''m not here to reason with you. All I know is that my son is dead, and you owe me an exnation."


    "Exnation? What more do you want?!" Faron replied, almost shouting.


    Tyrel cursed even louder, "My son is dead! Why should you still be alive? Why?!"


    "Faron!"


    Wilbur felt that if things continued like this, it might aggravate Tyrel further, so he signaled toward Faron. However, Tyrel saw this scene and thought that Wilbur was negotiating with Faron. He took out his gun and pressed it against Faye''s temple, cursing, "Shut up and let him speak. Otherwise, I''ll shoot her right now!"


    Seeing Tyrel''s increasingly agitated mood, Wilbur hastily said, "Okay, I won''t get involved in your dispute, but this matter has nothing to do with Faye. Let me be your hostage. You release her, alright?"


    "No, don''te over. I know you''re a cultivator. If youe over again, I''ll shoot her right now."


    "Okay, calm down."


    "Step back!"


    "Alright."


    Wilbur stepped back two steps, his gaze scanning the people around Tyrel. He found that except for Tyrel, the others did not have a determined look in their eyes, indicating that they did not want to escte the situation either. This meant that as long as Tyrel was dealt with, the situation could be brought under control.


    Otherwise, if Tyrel suddenly went crazy, both Faye and Faron would be in trouble. Wilbur said in a voice that only he and Faron could hear, "Remember, don''t provoke him, I''ll figure something out."


    "Got it."


    Although Faron was afraid, he still straightened his back, controlled his emotions, and said, "Okay, Tyrel, I do have some responsibility for your son Creaney''s death. How about this, I''ll give you ten million inpensation, alright?"