CHAPTER 192: SIGH!

"So, stand back and watch."

Oliver released one of his hands from the sword and pushed it into his jacket pocket.

The uniform he wore was slightly charred on top because of the intense heat from the flames.

Still, the biscuit inside was safe.

Oliver took out the biscuit and looked at Woojin.

Woojin was in a half-conscious state. The pain had pmade him delirious causing him to mumble nonsense.

Occasionally, he hissed like a snake and rolled his eyes.

Oliver watched it with not an ounce of pity.

The bastard tried to skewer his head with a sword. He doesn’t deserve kindness.

He crouched down and slapped the young man.

*Hiss*

*Gasp*

Woojin gasped for air.

His eyes widened as he saw Oliver standing above him.

In panic, he tried to stand up and jump away.

However, a piercing pain travelled through his body, making him squirm on the ground.

Once his consciousness returned, Woojin realised he was injured.

His muscles and tendons were broken.

There was no way to escape from this monster.

As the dusk approached, the light around the training ground lit up.

But Woojin found out his life was still bleak. Staying unconscious should have been the better option, he thought.

Meanwhile, Oliver pushed his hand into the young man’s wound and commanded.

"Open your mouth, Aaaa."

Just as he spoke, Woojin glanced back to look at the trio behind Oliver.

He was asking for help with tears streaming down his face.

The trio couldn’t hold back anymore.

They eyed each other and reached some kind of decision before leaping into action.

With swords of their own, together, they aunched an attack at Oliver’s exposed back.

Oliver sensed it and suddenly rolled over Kim Woojin, grasping him by the collar.

As the swords approached, Oliver lifted Woojin and used him as a shield.

"Dumbassess..." He commented in a barely audible voice. He was mocking the idiotic trio.

Only Woojin heard him.

"If you eat the poisoned biscuit, I will let you and your brothers leave uninjured. What do you think?" Oliver whispered in Woojin’s ear.

Woojin’s body trembled.

The pain was tremendous. But the opportunity to finally escape from this difficult circumstance rejuvenated him.

Oliver was a devil far worse than he thought.

He had strength and had the gall to injure him on their own turf.

He was a madman who could not be controlled.

Despite being extremely confident of his victory a few minutes ago, Woojin cried and nodded.

At the same time, he whispered.

"I didn’t poison you."

The biscuit was indeed not something Woojin had placed. He didn’t know of any poison either.

"I don’t know who did it."

Woojin cried.

’Why did I say I did it even though it had nothing to do with me?’

Woojin scolded himself.

It was one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

How else would he have offended the Golden fiend?

He now knew why the people called him a fiend.

The young man was beyond crazy.

Calming his churning thoughts, he begged Oliver.

"I don’t know who poisoned you or why. So, please don’t make me eat it..."

He cried again.

With his body barely holding on, he could do nothing else but beg.

As he was crying, a cold voice came from behind him.

Oliver, who was holding him by the collar, spoke into his ear.

"I know."

"I knew it from the start."

His voice was like an icicle stabbing right into Woojin’s heart.

’He knew?’

’Then! Why did he?’

Woojin widened his eyes in shock, turning ever so slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of Oliver’s face.

Meanwhile, Oliver displayed his signature sly smile.

"The moment I saw you, I knew you were a chess piece on someone else’s board."

"You were surprised when I told you about the poison."

"Your reaction gave it away instantly."

"And yet, you fell into the trap on your own."

"But I don’t care about any of that."

"What I want is for you to eat the poison."

"You will become the scapegoat. The symbol of what I am capable of. You are an example I set, so that anytime anyone from your family decides to do something against me or my family, they would think twice."

"So, be a good boy and eat it."

Oliver grabbed the biscuit and lifted it towards Woojin’s mouth.

The trio, who wanted to help him, could only stand a few meters away, helplessly.

Woojin gave a wry smile.

He could only surrender in front of strength.

With tears streaming down his face and blood sticking to his clothes, he looked miserable.

Hiding his pain for a moment, he slowly opened his mouth.

He hated Oliver’s brother for destroying his sister’s innocence.

So, he wanted revenge.

Breaking the bastard’s brother, i.e. Oliver, in return, seemed an appropriate punishment.

But who could have thought he would be on the receiving end of the beating?

Opening his mouth wide, he bit on the biscuit.

It tastes sweet.

But he was filled with bitterness.

Oliver smiled, watching it.

He fed the entire biscuit to the young man and whispered in his ear.

"Don’t worry, this one didn’t have the poison. You will be okay."

Woojin choked.

He widened his eyes in surprise and looked at Oliver.

’Really!!!!’ His eyes asked.

Oliver nodded and grabbed hold of Woojin tighter. Then, with a clean motion, channelling some mana into his arm muscles, he threw Woojin forward into the arms of the cousins.

"Here, take him back," Oliver said, shaking the blood of his hands. "And the next time we meet, be polite." He added.

Instantly, the cousin trio grabbed Woojin and dashed to the infirmary, leaving Oliver alone on the training.

Once all the familiar faces disappeared, Oliver ignored the rest and decided to leave.

He had achieved his purpose of giving a warning to the real person who tried to poison him.

An investigation into who he really tried to poison him will be conducted once he leaves, with the help of Root. He was not going to leave a threat behind.

"Leave no stone unturned."

Oliver muttered and stepped down from the stone laid ground, hoping to go back to the waiting room.

However, just as he stepped out, two men wearing security uniforms came and stood in front of Oliver.

Behind them, there stood a man who seemed to be in his sixties.

He glared menacingly at Oliver and said.

"Break his leg and imprison him. Don’t let him leave until I say so."

The older man was a family elder. He was wearing a similar robe to the one the patriarch wore.

"Who are you?" Oliver tilted his head and asked.

"Hmph!" The elder snorted. "You don’t need to know that, brat."

The elder was filled with rage.

He looked at Oliver in contempt.

"Dares to come into my family and injure the children..."

He snorted again and turned around, swiftly walking away in anger.

"Sigh!"

Oliver looked at the security personnel standing before him.

Both radiated the aura of peak B-rankers.

"What are you waiting for? Break the legs." He said and gave a middle finger.

The securities were puzzled.

They had never seen someone so excited about having their leg broken.

Rolling up their sleeves, they walked towards Oliver.

This time, Oliver didn’t resist.

He let them capture him and walked away from the training ground.

Fortunately, they didn’t try to break his leg while he was in the training ground. Otherwise, he would have lost the image he had built up. Or even worse, he would have had to kill people to maintain the image.

[A/N: Please read the creator’s thought section.]