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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?”

inside a tea house, was a spot on the second floor by the window, offering a perfect view

you think the kid has found something?” The

“Impossible.”

answered, her gaze occasionally shifting to

in the

found it odd, she didn’t believe Milton had

we nab a few people and lure

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

and didn’t argue once she rejected his idea. He kept spinning the teacup in his

“Take care.”

aged man, who was

why the shop owner

bought a few magic disks. He didn’t

the shoo owner. he didn’t voice

doubts.

middle-aged man leave,

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

two Level 3 Wizard

Milton murmured to himself.

against him

in the distance were no strangers to him. He’d killed one and

passed, and

be

looked at Milton, who was sitting inside, and

“Sure, be careful.”

from his seat when the shop was

was gradually descending, there wasn’t much time

shop, with hardly anyone on

spiritual eye

a small alley, the two

next moment, they

probably be

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

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