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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?”

second floor by the window, offering a perfect

think the kid has found something?” The man

“Impossible.”

her gaze occasionally shifting to

wasn’t always in the

it odd, she didn’t

a few people and

just yet. Moreover, this young man just arrived. It’s not likely he’d make big moves for a few maids.” Leia

once she rejected

“Take care.”

escorted the middle- aged man,

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

magic disks. He didn’t think he was that

such resDect bv the shoo owner.

doubts.

the middle-aged man leave, Milton turned back

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

two Level

Milton murmured to himself.

against

floor of the tea house in the distance were no strangers to him. He’d killed one

passed, and nightfall

we’ll be

few maids in the shop looked at Milton, who was sitting

“Sure, be careful.”

rose from his seat when

wasn’t much time left until the curfew in Curved

shop, with hardly anyone on the

spiritual eye noticed two shadows also moving

into a small alley, the two figures halted

they quickened their

probably be greatly

quickly, their steps were utterly silent, as if they

utterly dark at night,

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