Chapter 493
Chapter 493:
Devin sighed and responded, “A little roughness is expected in competitive play. If it’s too much, you’re free to quit.”
Stunned, Daniel clenched his jaw and retorted, “That’s ridiculous! I’m not quitting.”
He surveyed the group, his eyes settling on Aiden. “Remember this—cross me, and you’ll regret it.”
“Did anyone see that?” an online viewer asked.
“I didn’t catch anything. It all happened so fast.”
“I think Aiden did it, but he moved so fast I couldn’t be sure.”
Online spectators were abuzz with theories, suspecting Aiden had made a move, though no one saw it clearly. The action around the chairs was too quick to detail without a replay.
Meanwhile, Janice had seen it. She gave Aiden a sly grin.
Aiden returned Janice’s gaze with a smile, as if to say, “This is just the start. I’ll make him pay.”
Janice shook her head, surprised that someone like Aiden could be so sly.
As the music had ceased, Aiden had dived for a chair while discreetly pinching Daniel’s side. His actions had appeared accidental rather than intentional. However, the pinch had hit Daniel’s most sensitive area, causing intense pain.
“Round two. Get ready!” Devin announced as the music resumed.
The eight players resumed their cautious circling around the seven chairs.
Daniel, now alert to Aiden’s tactics, was prepared to counter any move he made.
When the music stopped, Daniel quickly turned, only to find Aiden had already sprinted towards a chair.
Daniel paused, surprised Aiden had not targeted him this time. Yet, in that moment of hesitation, another sharp pain struck him, sending him sprawling into a chair.
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“Ah!” Daniel leapt up, his gaze sweeping the crowd angrily. “Who did it this time? Who pinched me?”
The crowd filled with confused looks at his outburst.
“Daniel, are you finished?” Devin asked, annoyance clear in his tone. “If you’re not up for the game, you can quit. I’ve already mentioned that some contact is part of the game.”
“Tsk, tsk, despite your muscles, you seem quite delicate,” Maggie teased, her head tilted in mock disappointment. “Maybe it’s all for show—strong appearance, no substance.”
“What did you say?” Daniel snapped, his fury evident as he stared down Maggie.
Kenneth stepped forward, shielding Maggie. “What are you suggesting? Are you thinking of harming my sister?”
Caught by Kenneth’s stern look, Daniel backed down. “I would never harm a woman. I just thought…”
Wait!
Daniel suddenly noticed—when had Kenneth positioned himself there?
His attention had been fixed on Aiden, completely missing Kenneth’s advance.
If Aiden hadn’t pinched him just now, then it must have been Kenneth.
Suddenly, Daniel felt cornered, targeted by these influential players. But why? He hadn’t provoked them, had he? Perhaps they envied his physique and used the game as a pretext for their antagonism.
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