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.

before putting in something to expand the holes. With the press of a button, the expanders forcibly made the four holes larger and there were now

was obviously not his first time doing it, and his degree of familiarity was actually rather

CRACK!

way with a

pushed the concrete away. His eyes slowly lit up when

"It's really here."

calculated this correctly and gone according to the directions of the cemetery's code. The last page was indeed inside

was nobody around. He quickly cleaned up the cement around him, then found the combination

box was antiquated and seemed to have been around for at

box out when suddenly he felt a sharp

BAM!

onto the

let you release the

was the cemetery

He looked at Reagan on the floor and quickly let go of the wooden bat in his hands. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find

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

was very frightening. Anxiety, panic, terror and a paleness

in a crazed voice as he clutched the wooden

After some time.

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

"Damn it..."