The Return of Lord Bryan

Chapter eighty five

Nate seeing that Bryan was mad beyond being civil, he moved back and slightly hid behind Peterson. When it comes to physical strength. None of them could beat Bryan. Bryan wasn’t just the supreme master for nothing. It wasn’t just a fancy title that they agreed to give to him. He’d actually proven himself worthy than the rest of the team and he knew that the only way to remind them of who he really was had to be doing the one thing they never thought that he could do – hitting a member of the team.

“You’re right, I’m no longer a part of the army, but I’m twice the man you’ll ever be. I’m not just some dead man like you all bastards thought!” Bryan snapped.

Peterson still hadn’t recovered from the punch. He looked at Bryan and blood was seeping through his fingers. Clearly he had just gotten his lips torn with that punch.

“Is that why you’re throwing a fist? To prove your power? Isn’t that why weaklings do?” Nate asked, doing what he was best at – trying to play mind games. All the