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

walked out without glancing sideways, not giving a

he lifted

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

a giant hand was squeezing Aaron’s throat. He couldn’t

with a poker face,

reached his motorcycle parked at the front, swung his leg over it, put on his helmet,

soon as Baker left, the group of underlings couldn’t help but gasp 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 been too harsh to

exten!!

that Baker inflicted the injuries on Tucker and his

glanced inside the

the wall, the setting sun casting a glow on her partially exposed clothing,

marks on her arm. “Here are the photos!” Tucker threw a phone

a pulp right then, but

asking him to play along in

holding back his

on the phone. His face lit

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