The five men standing to Andrew's right and left immediately rushed forward to surround Oliver, who was already standing at attention.
They walked around Oliver while swinging the baseball bats in their hands. Their eyes were menacing.
But, of course, Oliver was not the least bit afraid.
He remained calm. Now he looked at the five men one by one, thinking about the strategy he would use against them.
Since the five opponents surrounding him were bigger than him, Oliver immediately understood that he had to rely more on speed than strength.
"What are you waiting for? Beat up that human trash! Finish him off! Deform and disfigure him if you can!" Andrew roared impatiently as he stomped backward away from the fight.
"Hyaaaaaa!"
The five men lunged at Oliver in unison. Although he had been waiting silently, he was ready for the attack.
Oliver jumped up to avoid the attack while swinging his right leg forward in a somersault-like motion. Once he escaped the attack, he turned his body to the side.
He smashed the sole of his foot into the nape of the opponent right in front of him.
Seeing his opponent stagger slightly, Oliver quickly took advantage of that to add another blow to his chest that sent the man's body reeling backward.
That left four opponents for Oliver to deal with.
Not wanting to waste any time, Oliver took advantage of his opponents' shock and rewarded each of them with a quick fist.
"Arghhhhh!"
Seeing that one of his comrades was easily taken down by Oliver, one of the biggest men roared in anger and swung his big fist blindly at Oliver.
Deftly, Oliver parried all of the big man's attacks while occasionally trying to counterattack.
Suddenly, Oliver felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle.
With the tail of his eye, he saw the flicker of a baseball bat behind his back.
He pretended not to notice that his opponent was attacking him from behind. When he felt the time was right, Oliver quickly dropped his body to the ground.
As if in slow motion, Oliver saw his attacker try to stop his deadly swing, but he was too late.
Oliver could feel the air rippling over his body from the swing of the baseball bat before it finally ....
'Crackkkkk!'
There was a deafening crunching sound as the powerfully swung baseball bat smashed into the neck of the opponent in front of him.
The big man staggered to the side with his head arched in a strange direction.
Judging from the sound just now, it was not impossible that the man's neck was broken.
'Crack!'
The huge body of the man who was hit by the club collapsed to the ground.
Seeing his comrade fall to his own blows, the man who tried to hit Oliver was even more furious. Like a madman, he swung his baseball bat so fast that the motion formed a pinwheel.
"Arrghhhhhh!"
It was easy for Oliver to knock out the emotionally-charged opponent.
Oliver parried the attack with his left hand, and in the same second, he swung a dog-killing punch with his right hand, hitting the spot between the opponent's eyebrows.
Oliver now took the initiative to attack. He advanced on his two remaining opponents.
Although the two men were holding baseball bats while Oliver was holding nothing, as the level of their martial art was far below his, it didn't take long to knock them both down.
Another landslide victory for him.
Outside the fighting arena, Andrew was standing on shaky legs. His eyes were wide as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
The Oliver currently standing in front of him looked very different from the Oliver who had sat at the same table with him a few moments ago.
Andrew was scared, remembering how he had insulted Oliver in front of Carla.
How could he not? Andrew's five huge mercenaries were now lying around Oliver like logs. If Andrew tried to fight with Oliver, he would be finished.
Oliver turned to look at Andrew with a murderous gaze that he had always hidden behind his relaxed attitude.
As Oliver stepped toward Andrew, Andrew could have sworn that he saw Oliver's body enveloped in flames.
Oliver stopped right in front of Andrew, who was shivering like a man caught in the rain.
"Mercy, Oliver. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. ...."
Oliver was silent. His face was cold and expressionless.
With the tip of his thumb, Oliver wiped away a speck of blood that dripped from the corner of his lip because he had been hit by the opponent's attack.
"Please, Oliver. Don't do anything to me. I promise I won't bother you. ...."
Andrew wasn't finished with his sentence when Oliver grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the ground.
Andrew's face hit the wet ground with a thud right near Oliver's feet.
In one fell swoop, Oliver kicked Andrew's temple until Andrew's body slammed to the side.
"Mercy... Oliver... mercy ...."
Andrew spat blood from his mouth onto the ground.
Oliver squatted next to him and grabbed his hair. Andrew looked up with his eyes closed in pain.
"Mercy ...." Andrew moaned helplessly.
"I'm warning you again. If you dare to mess with me and the people around me, you will have to deal with this again."
'Desshhh!'
One of Oliver's fists landed heavily on Andrew's eyelid.
After a moment, a blackish-red bruise appeared around Andrew's eye as if he was wearing glasses.
Oliver released his grip on Andrew's hair and rose to his feet.
As he walked away, he accidentally stepped on Andrew's groin with his foot.
'You're fucked!' Oliver thought angrily.
Oliver had completed his victory.
Oliver then went to the bathroom at a nearby gas station to tidy himself up, as well as clean up the blood splatter on his body.
Once he was sure he looked presentable enough not to attract attention, Oliver hailed a taxi to go home.
Meanwhile, in the room, Carla was lying on the bed with half of her body covered by a blanket. She was upset.
She was still furious with Oliver for ruining her plans, but on the other hand, she was starting to think that Oliver had actually done a lot to help her and her family.
That meant that maybe she shouldn't always be so hostile to her husband.
The image of Oliver's handsome face as she left for the restaurant filled Carla's mind.
There was a soft knock on the door, followed by the sound of the doorknob being turned.
Realizing that her husband was home, Carla pulled the covers up under her chin.
"You're not asleep yet?" said Oliver when he entered the room.
"Not yet."
Carla rolled onto the side with her back to Oliver.
Oliver took a deep breath. He knew Carla was still angry with him. And he had to accept it because he was wrong.
Oliver changed into his casual clothes and then climbed into bed with careful movements.
"I'm sorry about earlier," Oliver said, breaking the silence.
"Yes. It's okay. Never mind," Carla said quickly.
"You're not feeling well, are you? Do you want me to massage you?" Oliver asked, seeing Carla's slightly pale face.
Oliver hoped that by doing so, he could make amends.
There was silence for a moment.
"Hmmm... okay," Carla said.
Oliver was surprised. At first, he thought Carla would reject his offer, as was usually the case.
Carla lay on her stomach, ready for the massage. Was this a signal for Oliver?
Oliver let out a long breath. He pulled back Carla's blanket and started massaging Carla's body, starting from the feet. Years ago, when Carla was still sick, this was exactly what he had done to his wife.
Although it was not the first time Oliver had massaged Carla, it felt different. Maybe it was because Carla's body was much different now than it was then. In a sense... sexier.
Inevitably, Oliver's property hardened under his pants.
Oliver had to desperately restrain this raging passion inside him. With his practiced fingers, Oliver traces every spot on Carla's body and relaxes the tension in certain spots.
Slowly, Carla began to relax. She could faintly smell the perfume Oliver was wearing. It was both fresh and soothing.
Instantly, Carla's arousal rose. Plus, several times, Oliver's fingers managed to touch the most sensitive points on her body.
"Ssshhh... Ssshhh...."
An involuntary hiss escaped Carla's lips when once again, Oliver's fingertips accidentally touched the most sensitive spots on her body.
Carla wriggled her body which made Oliver almost forget himself and was overcome by the desire to pounce on his wife's seductive body.
However, Oliver realized that he couldn't make things any messier.
He had to be patient.
For that reason, he held back the passion that was about to explode inside him as much as possible.
"That's it," Oliver said, shifting his body to the side as he relaxed his fingers.
"Thank you, yes," Carla said without looking at Oliver.
"Yes. You can go to bed first. You will wake up fresh tomorrow. I still want to watch soccer."
Without waiting for a response from Carla, Oliver got up and left the room. He had to get out before the passion got the better of him.
After Oliver left, Carla was still lying on the bed with her cheeks reddish. She was embarrassed because she remembered how her arousal had suddenly risen when Oliver had massaged her.
Carla rolled over and lay on her back. She slipped her hand into her pants and found that her pussy was already very wet.
"Geez... it's come to this," she muttered.
At the same time, Oliver was sitting on the living room sofa, watching live soccer. Exhausted, Oliver fell asleep there.
It was past midnight when Oliver awoke to the sound of Nancy giggling.
"What?" he asked, puzzled, rubbing his eyes.
"Why are you sleeping here? Didn't you get kicked out by Carla?" Nancy teased as her eyes focused on a spot-on Oliver's groin.
Realizing the direction of Nancy's gaze, Oliver spontaneously pressed his thighs together.
"Oh yes. Tomorrow night you accompany me to Exoox like yesterday, yes," said Nancy again.
Annoyed by Nancy's behavior, Oliver was reluctant to comply with his sister-in-law's wishes.
"I'm busy," Oliver said coldly.
He grabbed a sofa cushion to cover his groin, which Nancy continued to stare at. Oliver was becoming uncomfortable with his sister-in-law.
"I don't care if you're busy or not. If I want you to take me to Exoox, you have to."
Nancy played with the ends of her hair in a cute manner.
"You have many other friends, Nan. Why does it have to be me?"
"Yes, it has to be you. My friends are curious about you. They said they wanted to see the hero who beat up Jack's gang the other day."
Nancy folded her arms in front of her chest.
"I'm busy. I'm sorry. You can bring your other friends."
Oliver did not seem interested.
Suddenly, Nancy pulled the top of her T-shirt down to her shoulders and dropped her body onto Oliver's lap.
"What is this?"
"You have to accompany me to Exoox, or I'll scream and tell that you want to rape me."
In such a strange position, Oliver could feel Nancy's breast pressing against his stomach.
"I-yeah already. I'll accompany you tomorrow. Hurry up and get up."
Oliver tried to push Nancy's body away from him, but unexpectedly Nancy brought her face closer to his.
And... his sister-in-law kissed him.
Shocked beyond belief, Oliver initially just froze while Nancy's cold lips pressed against his lips. And Nancy apparently didn't stop there. She caressed the muscles on Oliver's chest with her hands, drawing circles on the skin of her brother-in-law's chest.
"Mmm..." Oliver tried to say something, but Nancy was still licking his lips.
Oliver felt trapped, and he was really uncomfortable. Just a few hours ago, he had massaged his wife and made him aroused, and now he was doing a hot scene with his sister-in-law, even though he and his wife were only separated by a wall!
What if his wife saw this?
"Mmm..."
Oliver again tried to say something, but Nancy, who was already overcome with passion, began to invite Oliver to play with her tongue.
And damn it, Oliver's sensitive parts finally started to awaken from this slumber, and he quickly stiffened and hardened.
Continued ....