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!"

screamed in pain, and sat up

uncivilized. Don't you know

shatter, you can forget about me revealing any

black-clad person paid no attention to him. Instead, they walked back to stand respectfully behind the woman, waiting for further instructions. Layne didn't fare any better; even

his head to

of it was buried

disgusted, he promptly pulled his hand back and wiped it on his now-dirty white coat that had lost its original

woman approached the edge of the deep hole, looking down at the two

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

Why didn't you say so earlier? I have plenty of them at

around the

straightened her

shovel to two men in black and instructed

figures in the organization. Menial physical labor like this was not worth

hands, she gracefully stepped to

night, and the earth carried a scent of decay and damp leaves as it

the two men

robbing the

Edwards looked up at the sky, where dark clouds were churning. It seemed like it would rain

the soil would be pushed

perish in such a pitiful

his voice hoarse and low as he cautioned her, "Do you think

raised her delicate hand,

"Stop."

"Yes."

sharp as knives as she gazed at Layne, her cold voice carrying

so,

still

someone who bears an eighty percent resemblance to you to

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