They all shook from fear.

Seeing the fear in their eyes, Oliver smiled lightly.

"You only have two minutes and some seconds left."

Hearing this, they all started attacking him, but no matter how hard each of them tried, none of their weapons touched Oliver. He dodged them swiftly, making them only beat the air.

"Three minutes is up, and none of your fifty-nine sickles could touch me. How shameful? It's time to put you all in your rightful place."

Right after saying this, he dragged one of the men who was standing closer to him and hit his chest with a blow.

He fell down and let out a muffled sound before drawing his last breath.

"For your disobedience, two people are dead now. Since you want my head for a million dollars, then come get it."

One of the men stood there with a reddened eye. The man whom Oliver had killed was his closest friend.

"You dare kill my friend? Change my name if I don't kill you." Saying this, he threw the sickle on the floor and attacked Oliver with his fist.

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