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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?”

house, was a spot on the second floor by the window, offering a perfect view of Milton’s shop. Two people were sitting

found something?” The man spoke again, spinning

“Impossible.”

decisively answered, her gaze occasionally shifting

intelligence showed that Milton wasn’t always in the shop

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

we nab a few people

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

man respected Leia and didn’t argue once she rejected his

“Take care.”

middle- aged man, who was standing

surprised, apparently puzzled why the

only bought a few magic disks. He didn’t think he was that big of a

being given such resDect bv the shoo owner. he didn’t voice

doubts.

middle-aged man

eye swept

Nafin, two Level 3

Milton murmured to himself.

Tower’s plan against him had

two people sitting on the second floor of the tea house in the distance were no strangers to him. He’d killed one and seriously wounded the other in his

passed, and nightfall

be leaving

looked at Milton, who was sitting inside, and announced

“Sure, be careful.”

his seat when the shop was

descending, there wasn’t much time left until the

his shop, with hardly anyone on the

his spiritual

a small alley, the

moment, they quickened

here would probably be

quickly, their steps

Corner City was utterly dark at night, and well-lit scenes simply didn’t