Oliver looked at Silva and recognized him. The defeat that day was engraved in his head; he could never forget it—it had haunted him.
The disappointed look his father gave him that day, the crushing realization that he could never be stronger than this boy.
All that anger boiled in him, yet he couldn't act on it.
"Sorry, I was in a rush," Silva said with a smile and started walking past, but his sister, Sage Terron, the twin of Oliver, held Silva by the hand.
"You bumped into a noble; you should apologize," she said.
"Sigh, let go of me. I am an advocate of gender equality. I don't mind bashing your face in right now," Silva said. His eyes showed that he was not joking—it was like a predator looking at prey.
Sage flinched back in fear and let go of his hand.
Silva walked by without sparing a second glance. Everyone there watched the scene in shock.
