Wolves in the Same Cage
After being taken to the police station, Lucas initially thought it was no big deal.
To him, this entire incident was nothing more than a minor inconvenience—an annoying interruption in an otherwise carefully laid plan.
He had already prepared for this outcome.
After all, he had deliberately used his bone-shrinking technique, altering his frame, his posture—even the way his muscles sat under his skin. The man who fought Julian D'Aurelius in the casino… technically didn't exist anymore.
No face.
No identity.
No trace.
At worst, being caught would result in a simple charge—illegal gambling.
A fine. Maybe a few days of inconvenience.
Nothing more.
That's what he believed.
That's what should have happened.
But reality, for once, didn't follow his expectations.
For some reason…
This time, after being caught—
They didn't let it go so easily.
The questioning began.
One round turned into two.
Two turned into five.
