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After Allen had transferred the money to the club owner's bank account, he shook hands with him again before he walked slowly out of the building with his hands in his pockets. He put enough distance between himself and the club when he turned back to look at the club, taking in every detail of the building so he could contrast it to how the club would like when it is renovated and worked on.

With determination etched on his face, he pressed forward, retracing each step with a sense of purpose. The path back home stretched out before him, winding through familiar streets and past landmarks that had become ingrained in his memory. Despite the temptation of convenience, he opted against hailing a taxi, choosing instead to rely on his own two feet, savoring each moment of the journey. Each familiar sight served as a guidepost, reassuring him that he was on the right track.

His heart quickened as a sudden wave of realization washed over him, like a jolt of electricity surging through hi