Billionaire God of War

The cemetery caretaker watched Reagan walk away with a burning look in his eyes, but didn't say anything. He just sighed, shook his head and left. Reagan walked into the cemetery and mumbled continuously to himself as if he was trying to calculate something.

The huge cemetery was like a chessboard and had pieces on a grid.

Reagan took a few steps, stopped, and had to choose whether to move forward, backwards or turn left, or turn right.

He continued to walk like this as he calculated the route and the distance. This was obviously the code of the cemetery that he was talking about.

After a long time.

Reagan stopped in front of a gravestone and looked down. He knew the person buried here.

"I'm surprised it's with you."

Reagan looked at the gravestone, then poured a bottle of wine in front of the gravestone as a way paying his respects.

"You've contributed greatly to ensure the Salo clan's prestige, stability and peace within the Third World. Even though you're dead, you're still contributing towards this goal. I thank you on behalf of the clan." "So now, it's time for you to continue your contributions."

There was no reverence on his face at all as he said these words. Once he finished his spiel, he took his tools and went behind the gravestone.

The grave itself wasn't too large, and it was very solid since it had been cemented.

an electric drill and drilled a hole in the four corners of the burial plot before putting in something to expand the holes. With the press of a button, the expanders forcibly made the four holes larger and

not his first time doing it, and his degree of familiarity

CRACK!

gave way with a

His eyes slowly lit up when he saw the metallic

"It's really here."

the directions of the

cement around him, then found the combination lock to the metal box and entered a series of numbers The

wooden box. This wooden box was antiquated and seemed to have been around for at least

felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. A wooden

BAM!

his head and collapsed onto

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on the wooden bat. He quickly grabbed the wooden box and

was holding something that was very frightening. Anxiety, panic, terror and a paleness covered

demons are out!" shouted the cemetery caretaker loudly in a crazed voice as he clutched the wooden box tightly

After some time.

the back of his head. He yelped in pain and trembled when he saw the blood

"Damn it..."