Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 50 Isabelle Retrieved the Goods for White Owl.

Isabelle narrowed her eyes, carefully observing the brightly lit building in the distance, and murmured to herself, “Has it been repaired?”

God’s Armament, a force that no one dared to provoke in Melfrey, and the rumours about its mysterious behind–the–scenes boss were even more intriguing

However, they encountered the fearless and superstitious Blood Shadow.

It was broad daylight when half of the God’s Armament headquarters was destroyed by ten pounds of TNT, causing a sensation throughout Melfrey.

Isabelle couldn’t help but wonder, were her subordinates in such a miserable state because God’s Armament had discovered that she was the one who bombed their headquarters?

In Taragon City.

Harris Residence.

Dylan knocked on the study room. “Boss, Melfrey is a lot more chaotic this year than in previous years. Many desperadoes have flooded in from Southeast Ardon. Even our goods were robbed yesterday. Don’t you think we should take care of it?”

George looked at the document in his hand. Is the Duel Tournament about to start?”

Dylan replied. “Yes, in ten days. This year is expected to be livelier than previous years.”

George closed the document and raised his head. After a moment, he said, “Ask Sam if he wants to go.”

Dylan nodded. “Okay.”

Badman left the hotel and didn’t return.

White Owl was worried and eventually called a few companions to go out and look for him. Fortunately, nothing happened to him.

After two days of rest in the hotel, White Owl was running out of money and couldn’t even afford the room fee.

With his extensive connections, White Owl received another task to escort goods. He called his companions and set off immediately.

In the elevator, he encountered a girl.

The girl was slightly chubby, but she had fair skin and pretty features. The calm and composed demeanour of the girl was very attractive. She was the same girl who had inexplicably smiled at him when he checked in a few days ago.

What also caught White Owl’s attention was that this girl, like him, was an Ardon with black hair and black eyes, and she might even be Cheshian.

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ashamed to

positive,

after this mission.” As soon as the elevator door opened,

the corner of the

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the elevator door was about to close, Isabelle stretched out her foot to block the door

and White Owl and his team were short–handed. They wanted to send more people, but there wasn’t enough

had no choice but to persevere.

could reach their destination in eight hours by car. For safety reasons, they decided to drive non–stop,

there were exactly seven people, so each person

though they were extremely cautious, they still encountered a problem.

a flat

of the truck to check and instructed

too much in the past year and had become

twenty armed mercenaries emerged from the bushes and quickly surrounded them.

them had no power to resist and were forced

been suppressed for a whole year and had reached his limit, couldn’t bear it any

his head, he suddenly made a move, pulling down the mercenary who was climbing into the driver’s seat and delivering a powerful punch to his face, then quickly

grab the long barrel of the gun next to him, pulling the man forward. The man stumbled forward, and White Owl

about to

situation instantly

were among the best in the mercenary world, comparable to the elite forces of

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they were

overpowered. Badman

the mercenaries stepped on Badman’s injured leg and arrogantly said, “If it weren’t for those d*mn rules set by the God’s Armament Alliance, I would have blown

bunch of trash.”

team’s frustration and resentment, the other party took their

the goods drove away, laughing and discussing how to celebrate

was still someone hiding in one of the trucks.

middle suddenly lost control and crashed into

but his view was obstructed. After calling out the name of the driver in the rear car twice and receiving no response, he immediately called his companions in the same truck to get out

they heard a loud “bang“. The driver of the rear truck

battle, White Owl, covered in wounds,

who had been shot and said to another companion, “You take Badman back. The rest of you,

again. They could no longer

of their lives, they had to retrieve their goods,

pushed away the companion who was helping him. His eyes filled with

time to show

rather fight them to the death!” Badman was determined to