Chapter 93

Baker had a gut feeling that Aaron was about to face a major misfortune.

Outside, the longer Aaron waited, the more anxious he become. Why was there no sound coming from the alley? Had something gone wrong?

He was eager to go in and check, but several young men blocked him, not allowing him inside.

After what felt like an eternity but was only about twenty minutes, there was finally some movement in the alley.

A group of people came out.

Leading them was Baker.

Tucker, followed behind, sporting a black eye and a swollen face

not giving

as he passed Aaron, he lifted his gaze

in the game for many years, and a single look from him was enough to make Aaron’s

a giant hand was squeezing Aaron’s throat.

a poker face, walked

front, swung his leg over it, put on his helmet, started the

for air, looking as if they had narrowly escaped death. They saw the marks on Tucker’s face and couldn’t help but inhale sharply. Baker had

exten!!

that Baker inflicted the injuries on Tucker

glanced

was leaning against the wall, the setting sun casting a glow on her partially exposed clothing, highlighting her skin with a

arm. “Here are the photos!” Tucker threw a phone at Aaron, almost gritting his teeth. “I’ve done what you asked, but if I don’t see the

wanted to beat Aaron to a pulp right then,

spoken, asking him to play along

go!” Tucker, holding back

on the phone. His face lit

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