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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?”

shop, inside a 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

do you think the kid has found something?” The man spoke again, spinning

“Impossible.”

her gaze occasionally shifting to

showed that Milton wasn’t always in the shop

odd, she didn’t believe Milton had picked

nab a few people and lure

grass just yet. Moreover, this young man just arrived. It’s not

argue once she rejected his idea. He kept spinning the teacup in

“Take care.”

and escorted the middle- aged man, who was

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

He didn’t think he was that big

the shoo

doubts.

the figure of the middle-aged man leave, Milton turned back to the

moment he turned, Milton’s spiritual eye swept across the

two Level

Milton murmured to himself.

against

the distance were no strangers to him.

and nightfall

be

looked at Milton,

“Sure, be careful.”

and only rose from his seat

was gradually descending, there wasn’t much time left until the curfew in Curved

out of his shop, with hardly anyone on the

his spiritual eye

alley,

they

here would probably be greatly

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

at night, and