"Sir, how can you go back alone? It's already so late, and you won't find any vehicle. Plus, you're an Omega, and that too with a little kid. Don't worry, I'll drop you home."
Hearing the driver's words, Velric suddenly steps forward and stands in front of Silas, shielding him like a barrier.
Velric's eyes were glaring at the driver, and the driver noticed it too. Feeling offended that even a kid was looking down on him, he started glaring back. How could he suppress the frustration bubbling inside him?
But in Velric's mind, everything was different—he was counting.
'1'
'2'
"What the hell are you staring at, you bastard?" the driver snapped.
'3'
'4'
'5'
The moment five seconds passed, Velric, still locking eyes with the driver, suddenly started hearing his thoughts.
[ Who does he think he is, this little bastard? But I have to endure it so our plan can succeed. I just need to wait for the right moment to attack that Omega. ]
