Revenge

The next day, Aaron got up, brushed his teeth, ate breakfast... then went right back to camping out in the internet café and playing games.

The third day was exactly the same...

Before long, he had gained a bit of fame among the nearby internet café crowd and acquired a flashy nickname—"Gun God"!

But that was all.

No mysterious person came looking for him, nor did the game Ancient send him an invitation code...

But Aaron was in no rush. He simply waited in silence.

That night.

As usual, he finished gaming and prepared to head home to sleep.

The streetlights were dim. Several shadows seemed to be crouching beneath the corner wall, red pinpricks flickering in the darkness—the glowing tips of cigarettes!

"Hehe... Aaron, you really made us search hard!"

A figure in a floral shirt slowly emerged from the darkness, tossing away the cigarette butt in his hand. It was none other than Flower Dog!

He had long known Aaron was in the internet café, yet he had deliberately waited at the street corner rather than going in to find him. His malicious intent was no longer concealed!

"Come with me!"

Flower Dog snapped his fingers, and two lackeys immediately stepped forward, ready to seize Aaron and drag him away.

"Fuck... we let you get away last time. Don't even think about running now."

According to Flower Dog's plan, this man should have signed a voluntary donation agreement last time, after which they would stage an accidental death... and everything would be settled!

But since this guy refused to know what was good for him, they could only do it the hard way.

As long as they destroyed the body and erased the evidence afterward, disappearance didn't mean death!

Even if someone filed a report, the intensity of