Chapter 87 Criminal Zone,
- Oliver was returning from Block B, the signed papers clutched in his hand, when a leg suddenly shot out in front of him. He tripped, rolling across the floor.
- “Oops,” a mocking voice drawled.
- Oliver looked up. Standing above him was Clint, hands in his pockets, lips curled into a cruel smirk. The glint in his eyes made it clear—this was no accident.