Chapter 77 A New Challenge!

• hen they all turned back, shock rippled through the hall—Marvel was standing there, hands tucked into his pockets, his eyes locked vividly on Oliver. His expression was nothing short of murderous, as though he could kill Oliver with a single glare.
• “What do you mean by that?” Oliver inquired, his voice calm yet edged with curiosity.
• Marvel marched closer, his steps heavy with anger. Without hesitation, he slapped his palm against Oliver’s left shoulder three times—hard pats that carried insult more than familiarity—before turning toward Ronald Carson.