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Chapter 100: Chasing Freedom
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2024-10-29 19:42:56After quite a while, Janvic, who was the one who sparked the argument a while ago suddenly shared something. “I have an idea,” he said. “I know this might sound crazy, but I am sure this might actually work. Of course, as a curious cat, I asked him the question that was meant to be asked only for that specific question.
“Okay, what is this idea of yours? Mind sharing it to the group?”
The moment Janvic prepared himself to let out a deep breathe was the moment I figured out that what he was about to suggestion was something crazy.
“What if we stab you in the abdomen? What if we give you an injury and make you bleed to make them believe that the blood in your uniform was yours? After that, let us just then act that you are a victim of attempted homicide, too. However, you survived but you have not caught a glimpse of the killer. That might just work, right?”
I knew it. It wa
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