Chapter 550: Buried Alive

Gregory walked back to the jeep to take a rest.

Meanwhile, the tall and glamorous woman, accompanied by her three cronies, began to scout the area for a suitable spot. Coincidentally, it was right next to the mass grave.

She made a gesture with her finger and commanded expressionlessly, "This will do. Dig a hole here."

The three lackeys quickly got to work, taking shovels and sticks from the back seat of the car and started digging the hole.

Jonathan glanced at the chosen "auspicious site" and burst into laughter. "Well, well, look at this spot. It's right on the dragon's tail, which they say symbolizes success and prosperity. Does it mean that the Owen family is about to produce a high-ranking official?"

Layne wasn't well versed in the art of finding hidden energy, but he knew Jonathan was just joking around.

With a flat terrain and no rivers passing through it, how could this place be considered an auspicious site?

Seeing how things had escalated to this point, Layne tried to console Jonathan with a clear conscience.

This was truly an extraordinary occurrence.

"What does it matter to have a high-ranking official? The Owen family's century-old legacy is unmatchable by ordinary individuals."

Jonathan returned the compliment gracefully. "Oh, come on. The Edwards family has prospered since AD 1500; that's the true prestigious family!"

Their mutual compliments irritated the woman, causing her to frown, and she glared at them with cold eyes.

"Shut up, you two old codgers! Enough with the bickering!"

Digging a hole wasn't a difficult task for these three strong and robust young men, so they went about it swiftly.

Soon, a rectangular pit, over a meter deep and approximately 1. 5 meters wide, appeared before the two men's eyes.

One of the lackeys approached, used a knife to cut the ropes binding their wrists, then pressed them on their shoulders, and kicked them into the pit with his foot.

"Ouch!"

hard fall, screamed in pain,

careful! You lot are so uncivilized. Don't you know how to respect

you can forget

walked back to stand respectfully

sensation came upon his hand as he lowered his head to take a look... His palm was pressing down on a pale

of it was

pulled his hand back and wiped it on his now-dirty

deep hole, looking down at

chose to continue feigning ignorance, staring blankly at the woman, and calmly asked in return, "What map? I've drawn so many maps. I have no idea

you want my works after all. Why didn't you say so earlier? I

around the two men. She sneered while muttering, "Stop playing dumb. I'm talking about the map you took from here twenty-two years ago. Speak up, or

Layne straightened her

tossed the shovel to two men in black and instructed in a low voice,

all, she was one of the top figures in the organization. Menial physical labor like this

the dirt off her hands,

previous night, and the

pungent smell made the two

bodies, robbing the surrounding air

at the sky, where dark clouds were churning. It seemed like it would

the air trapped in the soil would

perish in such a pitiful

body, opening his mouth, his voice hoarse and low as he cautioned her, "Do you think killing me here

woman raised her delicate hand, halting

"Stop."

"Yes."

knives as she gazed at Layne, her cold

that so, old Mr.

you still don't

bears an eighty percent resemblance

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