Chapter 141: Chapter 13: Waiting_3
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Upon entering this world and discovering the wristwatch and task list, Lanny Taylor became even more certain of her thoughts.
The disparity between the strength of her allies and their enemies was stark.
To win this competition-to win this wager- going with a head-on confrontation would not work.
They had to avoid “Pure Blood Will”, focus on the main tasks, complete them and strive for a top ranking in the competition.
So, how could she divert the attention of “Pure Blood Will” and quietly complete her tasks?
No better method exists than making a decoy out of “Pure Blood Will”, an appropriate and efficient target.
So, the question arises:
Among the twelve first-year New Blood affiliated with Wizard Palo’s Camp, who is better suited to be made a target than Link Grande?
None!
Even she, Lanny. Taylor, was not qualified.
Hence, Lanny. Taylor was waiting, waiting to hear about any commotion caused by Link Grande.
She had observed Link Grande for quite a few months and deeply realized that although he pursued calmness and stability on the surface, he couldn’t handle stimulation and even less pressure.
With a push or a press, he was likely to react and bounce back.
Lanny. Taylor didn’t need to intervene, Link. Grande himself would serve as the attention-drawing target for the “Pure Blood Will”.
All she had to do was proceed with the main task while “Pure Blood Will” was unable to pay attention to her.
It is possible to complete tasks alone, but more advantageous if one has a team.
Therefore, Lanny. Taylor was also waiting for Isko Alex and two other barely acceptable partners.
Waiting for her team to form.
Andriya Norman was also waiting.
Waiting for an opportunity.
Should have never, ever, taken that little advantage during the part-time job in vacation.
As a result, she was caught in a quagmire, threatened, and forced to become an inside informant.
At first, Andriya Norman did not want to agree.
The person threatening her led her to a tour of the Flesh Mill Arena in the West District’s Black Market, specifically the small fighting ring used to resolve disputes.
They showed her the raw footage of Antoine Hilton being killed by Rives Francis.
Afterward, Andriya Norman completely extinguished the thought of direct resistance.
The one who directly threatened her seemed to have an extensive network.
The mastermind behind this had to be even more frightening.
Once she entered this world, facing Dalton Collen, who treated her with such sincerity, the remnants of Andriya Norman’s conscience suddenly seized the upper hand, wanting to let herself be automatically eliminated by making mistakes.
She hypnotized herself into believing that in doing so, she wouldn’t have to face a dilemma.
Who knew that Dalton Collen would actually call on his so-called bigshot, Link Grande, to help.
Moreover, they rescued her.
Since she wasn’t eliminated, there was no choice but to do what an inside informant should do.
“Don’t blame me, Collen.”
Andriya Norman gave Dalton Collen, who was walking in front of her, clearing the weeds and thorns to make her journey easier, a complex look.
She lifted her right hand to brush the hair by her ears, putting a few loose strands behind her ear.
When her fingertips touched the earring, she casually pressed the green gem on the earring.
The location signal had been sent out.
Presumably, Link. Grande couldn’t have gone too far in such a short time.
If those people received the signal and if they were nearby, they could come immediately. They should make it on time.
They ought to make it.
They must make it!