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Chapter 88: Chapter 85: ‘White Tower Organization’ and ‘Golden Origin Token’ (Seeking the first subscription)_2

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Impossible.

Even if there’s only a 0.1% chance of survival, as long as there’s a glimmer of hope, Milton Cheney would never make that choice.

“I can only wait now. The more anxious I am, the more I have to calm down.”

Milton murmured to himself.

The two simulations already gave him a bit of an advantage.

Breaking the deadlock isn’t impossible.

Milton was thinking about all the words from the simulations that he had strung together in his mind right now.

For the next few days, there were no incidents while Milton ate and stayed in his shop.

However, Milton knew this was the calm before the storm.

In Curved Corner City, the White Tower won’t dare act recklessly in his shop.

While Milton was staying in his shop these days, folks from the White Tower found no opportunity.

However, opportunities aren’t just found, they can be created.

Milton knew that if he continued to stay in the shop, perhaps the White Tower would use some means to force him to leave.

That’s all there is to it then, he thought. Time to take the offensive.

At least he must have initiative in his hand!

“What’s this kid up to? The White Rose arranged a house for him in the city, why is he constantly staying in the shop?”

floor by the window, offering a perfect view of Milton’s shop. Two people were sitting in that

kid has found something?” The man spoke again, spinning a teacup in his

“Impossible.”

gaze occasionally shifting to

always in the shop before, so why has he been there

she found it odd, she didn’t believe Milton had picked up on

we nab a few people and

It’s not likely he’d make big moves for a few maids.” Leia shook her head to halt the man

argue once she rejected

“Take care.”

and escorted the middle- aged man, who was standing before him, out of

middle-aged man was somewhat surprised, apparently puzzled why the shop owner would personally

disks. He didn’t think he was that

bv the shoo owner.

doubts.

man leave, Milton turned back to the

moment he turned, Milton’s spiritual eye swept across the tea house not far

two Level 3

Milton murmured to himself.

plan against

of the tea house in the distance were no strangers

and nightfall

we’ll be leaving

maids in the shop looked at Milton,

“Sure, be careful.”

waved, and only rose from his seat when the

much time left until the curfew in

his shop, with hardly

moment Milton stepped out of his shop, his spiritual eye noticed two shadows also moving in

a small alley, the two figures halted abruptly

they

probably be

quickly, their steps were utterly silent, as if they were

was utterly dark at night, and well-lit