King Von
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The flashing lights lit up the block, red and blue bouncing off the buildings as Dayvon stood there, calm like heβd been through this a hundred times before. Cops surrounded him, but his eyes found yours through the chaos, holding steady like he didnβt want you to panic.
As they cuffed him, he smirked, that defiant look he always wore. βDonβt trip, Iβll be back,β he said, his tone steady, like even this couldnβt keep him down.