The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts

CHAPTER 17. THE CLASH OF GIANTS

Bryan’s jaw clenched, his pride bruised. But beneath his anger, a flicker of uncertainty began to grow. Oliver was no ordinary man. And now, Bryan couldn’t shake the feeling that he had underestimated him from the very beginning.

“Looks like you really want me to tear your arrogant mouth,” Bryan Hanover hissed, his face red with anger. His voice trembled with rage, the insult from Oliver echoing in his head like a taunting drumbeat.

Oliver stood still, his expression calm, unfazed by the threat. His eyes held an eerie calmness, as if the situation was beneath him, a mere annoyance rather than a threat. It was as if he harbored some hidden strength, something Bryan and his men could never fathom.

Bryan’s fists clenched, his knuckles whitening as he glared at Oliver. The muscles in his jaw tightened before he barked again, his voice heavy with a deep, rumbling fury.

“Today will be the last day you breathe, you garbage! Guards! Kill this bastard now!” he shouted.

The order hung in the air