As the important people had to pass through town whenever they came out of the stronghold, Milo had seen them sitting in their cars in their suits from afar. Back then, he thought those important people had an imposing air about them.
But if someone wore a suit out into the wilderness, and a white suit at that, Milo would definitely cuss that person under his breath, “Dumbass!”
Wearing a suit would be too much of an impediment in a fight as it would restrict the wearer from raising their arms and legs. If someone encountered a wild animal they could not beat, they probably couldn’t even run away. But when he saw that young man standing atop the building, he did not find his clothing to be unsuitable or incongruous with the wilderness. That was because this person was not required to fight.
He was probably the leader of the Panaqua Consortium for this operation. Milo felt that this consortium’s VIP really looked quite different from the others.
He kept his head low as he was afraid that he would get discovered by the Panaqua Consortium’s troops. Over a thousand troops had been mobilized just to handle the security in the vicinity of the excavation site. Milo felt that both him and Raphael had underestimated the Panaqua Consortium’s determination to lock down the area.
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