"Of course, we'll fight!" One of Wilbur's men yelled out.

Wilbur turned around and punched him in the head. He rebuked, "Fight? Do you think your fist can win against their guns?"

His subordinate panicked immediately. "They have guns?"

"Yes!" Wilbur had seen it the other day. Calbert had a handgun right on his waist!

People who carried huns with them at the border were most likely in the firearms business. Wilbur was just a businessman. How could he go up against such people?

However, he was in front of his subordinates, so he couldn't beg for mercy so quickly.

He braced himself and looked over. "I'm guessing there must be some misunderstanding. I have always been managing this market. How could this have anything to do with your friend?"

"Even if Howard has passed away, this shouldn't be yours." Calbert's eyes sharpened. "I hate unappreciative bastards like you the most."

Then, he completely lost his patience. He raised his hand. "At first, I thought of giving you a choice, b