Chapitre 17: 16

"God, Suga, why did you get involved with that guy?"

Suga, resting his back against a tree, let out an aggressive scoff and rubbed his forehead. Yuze sat beside him, while Trevor gave Suga a sympathetic look.

"... It's all because of Marcus, that bastard—ugh..." His throat still hurt, and he struggled to use his vocal cords, "Damn it, do I have marks on my neck?!"

Trevor nodded, grimacing as he darted his eyes to Suga's neck, "...That guy didn't hold back at all, I was almost afraid he was going to snap your neck...."

Instantly, the thought of that scenario sent shivers down his spine. Given the size of the man's large, strong hand, breaking Suga's slender neck would've been a piece of cake. He almost lost his life because of that lunatic.