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.

to expand the holes. With the press of a

so familiar with doing this, it was obviously not his first time doing it, and his degree of familiarity was actually

CRACK!

cement finally gave way with a loud

his gloves and pushed the concrete away. His eyes

"It's really here."

according to the directions of the cemetery's code. The last page was indeed

quickly cleaned up the cement around him, then found the combination lock to the metal box and

box to find another wooden box. This wooden box was antiquated and seemed to have

was about to take the wooden box out when suddenly he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. A wooden bat had struck

BAM!

and collapsed onto the ground before he could turn

you

was the

Reagan on the floor and quickly let go of the wooden bat in

a little frantic when he saw the fresh blood on the wooden bat. He quickly grabbed the wooden box

was holding something that was very frightening. Anxiety,

the cemetery caretaker loudly in a crazed voice as he clutched the wooden box tightly

After some time.

He yelped in pain and trembled when

"Damn it..."