Chapter 77

"Damn you!" Oscar raised his hand and slapped Taylor with a loud smack that echoed crisply through the air. "Mr. Boris, why did you hit me?" Taylor's face burned, both from the slap and from his bewildered anger. "Damn it! So what if I'm hitting you?" Oscar roared. He followed through with another slap, landing a harsher blow than the first. Still seething, he lashed out with a kick to Taylor's stomach, sending him crumpling to the ground. Steven was somewhat baffled. "Mr. Boris, are you hitting the wrong guy? We're the ones who need your help against this trash!" "Go to hell! You guys actually dared to plot against me." Oscar backhanded Steven, who fell to the ground, and then kicked him fiercely a couple of times. He was really infuriated. "Oscar, what are you doing? I needed your help, not a beating! Do you have a death wish?" Taylor's confusion turned into outrage. "Shut your mouth!" Oscar shouted back. "Who do you think you are messing with? How dare you provoke Mr. Wi