Half an hour later, Andrew left the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce building. The others left soon after, leaving only Ronald and Aaron at the back.

"Ronald, you alright?" Aaron asked, for once showing a hint of concern.

Ronald had wiped the blood from his face, but at the question, his expression twitched. "Do I look alright? I almost got the crap beaten out of me, literally. Aaron, if you don't know how to talk, just keep your mouth shut."

Aaron said, "We've always been enemies and can't stand each other. But honestly, watching you get smacked around just now… I did feel a little bad for you."

"Fuck off," Ronald shot back, his voice dripping venom.

Aaron snorted coldly, "I'm not here to trash-talk with you. Let's talk business now. I'm betting everything on Andrew's side!"

Ronald's face was dark. "Do I have a choice? I couldn't back out now even if I wanted to."

Aaron grinned. "Maybe he really can bring down the Driscoll family. A martial saint is the real deal, a le