Chapter 335 The Giant

• Boris lumbered forward like he owned the road and everything on it. He rolled his thick shoulders, causing the joints to pop loudly. His arms flexed, the veins standing out like ropes. He brought his fists together in front of his chest and ground them against each other.
• A low, rumbling growl rolled out of his throat as he stared at the young man waiting in the middle of the asphalt. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this kill!"
• In Boris's head, the fight was already over. This kid was just another loud-mouthed brat who thought walking up and talking big made him dangerous. He had put down bigger men for less. Then they could grab the Salvatore girl and be on their way.