EVEN AFTER A SHORT BREAK, Oscar was a bloody mess. It was ironic for Scott, who seemed to recover a lot. His stamina had returned to full strength.
"Aren’t you a hard one to kill?" Oscar said to Scott. He was catching his breath as he spoke.
"They say cats have nine lives. Maybe I am a cat. What do you think?" Scott smirked at him. He had the upper hand in terms of recovering. Apparently, the experiments he did with himself were a hit or miss type of thing. The doctor who studied him had already confessed that.
"You think you will walk away alive from here? Think again. Those nine lives of yours might not be enough based on the number of people who want to kill you," Oscar rebutted. His goal was to piss off Scott.
In less than a minute, Scott was bombarding him with punches all over hi
