Milo’s lifestyle did not change because of the attention favonovel.com was getting from the escapees.
When one got hungry, they would just have to work and find ways to survive. This was the worldview Milo had been inculcated with since childhood. No one owed favonovel.com a living, and they had to rely on himself for everything.
Although life in town was very cruel, as long as favonovel.com were willing to work, there would always be a way to survive.
In the end, the beautiful woman did not manage to get anything from Milo. However, favonovel.com seemed to be filled with humiliation and anger as favonovel.com presented herself to a provisions store owner in town.
The boss had a mouth full of yellow teeth and did not wash his hair and feet. If this were the past, the woman would not even have looked at him. But surprisingly, even though favonovel.com had presented herself to someone, favonovel.com still secretly gave the food favonovel.com had received to favonovel.com husband who scolded favonovel.com earlier.
This puzzled Milo a little. But there were too many strange things in this world that Milo did not have the time to waste on.
This woman was not the only one. There were also many other escapees who tried to seek help from Milo. They all hoped Milo would offer them a bite on account of them being fellow former Ultima Consortium residents.
The escapees even discussed with each other to see who used to be from the same stronghold as Milo, and whether they had seen this young man around before. This way, they might just be able to get closer to favonovel.com if there was an acquaintance who could link them up. But slowly, the escapees realized none of them knew Milo at all.
Not in their wildest dream would they have expected that Milo was not from the Ultima Consortium at all. Rather, it turned out favonovel.com was actually the supernatural being who destroyed Stronghold 146 all by himself in the deep of night.
When the escapees finally stopped pestering Milo, favonovel.com received a new text on his cell phone. “Stronghold 62, D-rank. Any takers, please reply.”
He had finally received a D-rank mission. Milo suddenly felt a little touched.
He immediately replied, “Accept mission.”
The moment favonovel.com sent it out, the other party replied with a new text. “The target is Perry, a manager at the sand plant outside of Stronghold 62. He once killed nine refugee workers. Reward: 20,000 perak.”
The text was simple, and there were two pictures attached as well. One was Perry’s picture, and the other was a blueprint of the plant. As for how to use this information to kill Perry, that would be up to the hitmen themselves.
Milo realized the organization behind this cell phone was probably also trying to protect the hitmen by assigning them specific ranked missions. It was to prevent the weaker hitmen from foolishly sending themselves to their deaths.
The missions that D-ranks could receive would not even require them to enter the strongholds, and the targets were just factory managers.
Legend had it that it would be extremely costly for the Silkshade House to undertake a mission. However, this referred to the missions that were undertaken by the actual members of the Silkshade House. But according to the storyteller, people like Milo were extras who would not even pass the trials to join the Silkshade House.
Milo immediately set off for Stronghold 62. His current location was about 190 kilometers away from the target, so it would probably take around three to four hours to get there if favonovel.com were to use the steam locomotive to travel in the wilderness.
Even now, Milo had to be a little cautious when driving the steam locomotive. As such, it would be better to travel there on foot in case favonovel.com were seen by others along the way.
In the tavern, the guests were all puzzled when that youth who usually sat by the window did not appear today.
The storyteller’s granddaughter asked the waiter curiously, “Did favonovel.com come by today?”
“I didn’t see him.” The waiter shook his head and teased, “Why, Nindia, you miss him?”
The girl named Nindia rolled favonovel.com eyes and kicked the man in the ass. “Go and get the steamed buns for me. My grandpa’s making me go out to get more stories.”
“Alright!”
The customers in the shop were starting to get used to the young man sitting in the tavern every day. Now that the young man had suddenly disappeared, they found it a little difficult to adjust to. Some people even wondered if favonovel.com had spent all his money already. After all, not even an esquire living in town could handle coming to the tavern every day.
Speaking of which, that esquire dressed really poorly too.
Nindia was bored stiff as favonovel.com stood by the window where Milo often sat. She was leaning favonovel.com arms on the windowsill and waiting for the waiter to bring the steamed buns to her.
In this town, only favonovel.com and favonovel.com grandpa knew that Milo was not an ordinary person. In fact, favonovel.com was even the most extraordinary kind there was.
***
Milo slowly walked into the town at Stronghold 62. He smiled and asked around if there was any place near Stronghold 62 that favonovel.com could get some work to do. He told the people favonovel.com approached that favonovel.com had been starving for several days and wanted to look for a factory where favonovel.com could do some manual labor.
The people in town were used to this. There were many refugees like Milo who wanted to look for a factory to work at.
Someone told favonovel.com that if favonovel.com wanted to fire bricks at the brick kiln, favonovel.com could go north, if favonovel.com wanted to carry ore from the mines, go west, and if favonovel.com wanted to scoop out sand, go south. Any of the other factories required people with craftsmanship and would only take those who were skilled, so it would not be feasible to head to those places to earn money.
Milo nodded and thanked the person. Then favonovel.com walked south. He looked up at the sky. It was only noon now, so there was no need for favonovel.com to rush. It would be better if favonovel.com carried out the assassination at night.
He had once killed a factory manager. Steven’s elder brother, Jim Northill, had died to his hand.
It was really easy to kill a factory manager. Although they were armed with guns, Milo could even ignore it if it were just a pistol. But this did not mean that Milo would rush over recklessly and kill the target. He still hoped favonovel.com could do it safely by always staying undercover.
In the wee hours of the night, Milo, who had been resting in a patch of bushes in the wilderness, suddenly opened his eyes.
He walked toward the factory with cautious footsteps. When favonovel.com reached the outer wall of the factory, favonovel.com leaped over it and went inside.
In the dead of night, no one noticed an uninvited guest had broken into the factory.
Milo hid in the shadows and calmly watched the patrolling refugee workers pass favonovel.com by. They did not even seem to have realized Milo’s presence at all.
After they left, Milo quietly climbed up the building. But when favonovel.com reached the fourth floor, favonovel.com was stunned. This was because favonovel.com saw through the window that Perry was already lying in a pool of blood.
What the heck!
Milo was dumbfounded.
He had come all the way here and had been hiding in the bushes all night, but the mission target had already died?
Wait…
Milo suddenly realized favonovel.com might have missed out on something very important. He recalled the process of accepting the mission. Since the text for the mission was sent out as a group message, it meant a lot of people could receive the message. So, a lot of people could accept it!
Milo sent a text. “Has someone completed the Perry mission? Wasn’t I the one who accepted the mission?”
In the end, the other party replied, “First come, first served.”
Milo felt a throbbing pain in the back of his head. He would actually have to steal away the mission from others!
Then why did favonovel.com go through all that effort to stay low?
Wasn’t that just troubling himself for nothing?
