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Park Meeting PT 2
Author: Alfred ifeanyi
last update2024-09-20 18:11:44

"Reason behind that was to confirm if I am right or wrong. I never published the post to see if the Hunter will show up. But guess what? He did. Isn't that strange?"

"I was the only one who knows that the post wasn't published, and with the post not being published it means there will be nothing to lure the Hunter into the underground fighting arena. But for some reason he came." Scott articulated.

Silence erupted in the place as Scott was done with his words, and Chief Jim just sat there, digesting the information he just heard.

Scott remained in silence for a few minutes and when he noticed the other wasn't saying anything he continued.

"For the Hunger to have gone to the underground fighting arena the exact same date and time that he was supposed to when he sees the post.. Meaning he was aware about it." Scott remarked.

"Yes, we are aware the Hunter had a comrade in our midst, and that comrade was Blake. However, we made sure Blake was never alone all though the night.. None of
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