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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?”

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

found something?” The

“Impossible.”

answered, her gaze

that Milton wasn’t always in the shop before, so why has

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

we nab a few

the grass just yet. Moreover, this young man just arrived. It’s not likely he’d make big moves for a few maids.” Leia shook her head to halt

didn’t argue once she rejected

“Take care.”

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

was somewhat surprised, apparently puzzled why the shop owner would personally

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

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

doubts.

the middle-aged man leave, Milton turned

moment he turned, Milton’s spiritual eye swept across

Level 3

Milton murmured to himself.

White Tower’s plan against him had already

on the second floor of the tea house in the distance were no strangers

passed, and nightfall

be

maids in the shop looked at Milton, who was sitting inside, and announced their

“Sure, be careful.”

from his seat when

gradually descending, there wasn’t much time

shop, with hardly anyone on the

his spiritual

into a small alley, the

they quickened

would probably be greatly

these two were moving quickly, their steps were utterly silent, as

was utterly dark at night,