I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

Olivier had an evil smile on his face and wrinkles on the corners of his narrowed eyes, which was completely different from his usual kind appearance when facing Ola.

It is difficult for Ola to remain calm. She is bold, but only because she has these people protecting her.

Now, my father has fallen to the ground and his life or death is unknown, and even my grandfather has changed.

He let out a huffy laugh that made people's scalps tingle. The feeling of horror from beginning to end was so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.

"Why are you running? Am I not your dearest grandpa?"

Ola covered her mouth and kept backing away until she could no longer retreat. Her body pressed close to the wall of the corridor, she glanced to the right, where there were stairs leading downstairs.

Nolan teases Ola with great wit.

"Oh, right, I remember... you wanted to dig out my eyes and cut off my tongue, right? You look like you know a lot about this, don't you?"

"You are not my grandfather! You are not!" Ola shook her head in panic. Not many people knew these words. Suddenly, she remembered that extremely beautiful man.

The girl pressed herself against the wall, fear all over her sweet face, her voice breaking, "It's you! You did it all! You killed my father!"

Nolan shrugged, looking nonchalant, just like how calmly Osay spoke.

"Yes, I killed them all. But so what? You deserve to die!"

He smiled brilliantly, but in Ola's eyes, this smile looked like a devil crawling out of hell, baring its fangs and claws, and roaring ferociously.

Olin was also awakened by the noise, and he groped his way up the stairs. His eyes were sleepy, and it was obvious that he had not fully woken up yet. He was holding a pillow in his hand, which was his treasure, and he could not sleep well without it.

"Sister, what are you doing here?"

Before Olin went upstairs, he saw Ola clinging to the wall.

Ola was so frightened that cold sweats broke out, because his brother's voice made his mind even more confused and scared to death.

"Olin, run! He's not Grandpa! Run!"

Olin didn't understand what was going on. When he glanced at Olivier, his head started buzzing and his right eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

He immediately dropped the treasure in his hand and rushed over to take Ola away, even though he was absolutely sure that he could not withstand a single blow from Nolan.

"Sister, I'll hold him, you run!" He said as he took beast form and was about to pounce on Nolan.

Ola shook his head desperately, "You are no match for him! Idiot! Why don't you just leave me and run!"

"I always say bad things about you, and I often call you useless. Why do you care about me, you idiot!"

Aura couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.

The fat lion had reached Nolan, his fat flesh shaking up and down, and Olivier's hand pierced his chest accurately without any suspense, causing flesh and blood to explode again.

Tears welled up in the lion's eyes. He couldn't turn around to look at Aura again. "Because we are family. Run..."

Olin didn't know where he got the strength from, maybe it was a last burst of energy, the heavy lion body pressed down on Nolan, and his limbs firmly imprisoned him.

Ola bit her lower lip so hard that it bled bright red.

She knew that this was the time Olin had bought for her with his life, and she must not stop.

Unable to even see his brother for the last time, Ola turned and ran away.

Nolan behind him seemed to have seen some interesting toy, his lips curled in interest, and he didn't care much about the light restraints on his body.

With a tear of the big hand, the flesh and blood were torn into two halves. Such a huge monster was as light as pulling cotton in Nolan's hand.

Now, there was no clean spot on Olivier's body, it was bright red and evil.

Even if Ola tried his best, under the speed of the Beast King, he was no different from an ant being chased by a giant. No matter how hard he struggled, it was in vain.

She was about to rush out of the villa gate, but in the blink of an eye, Olivier was already standing at the door blocking her way.

She had no way to retreat. At this moment, Aura was determined to fight to the death, with bloodshot eyes.

"You dirty thing! You're the one who destroyed our family!" The more she spoke, the more distorted and crazy her face became. "My brother is back, and he won't let you go! He will definitely avenge us!"

Ola picked up the torch next to her and rushed towards Olivier regardless of everything.

"go to hell!"

Olivier curled his lips and smiled mockingly. He pinched Ola who was rushing towards him with one hand and casually extinguished the torch with the other hand.

"This is the body of your Beast King grandfather. Flames of this magnitude cannot hurt him."

Ola's neck was strangled so tightly that she couldn't utter a word, but the look she gave Olivier was filled with extreme hatred.

Nolan relaxed his grip on Olivier, allowing her to catch her breath and speak.

"God... won't... let you go... you filthy monsters! Ahem!"

I have to say that Ola is also a hot-tempered person. He even dares to curse others at this time.

"Okay, I want to see how God will punish me!" He held Aura and looked at her from left to right. "Your eyeballs are pretty nice. They will look better if I dig them out, right?"

Ola's eyes widened because of the feeling of suffocation, and his limbs, which had been struggling weakly, fluttered a few more times because of these words.

Nolan deliberately slowed down his speed so that Ola could clearly see how her eyes were gouged out. Ola closed her eyes in fear, but it was of no use when Olivier's fingers touched her eyelids.

The expected pain did not come, but unexpectedly, words that made her despair even more reached her ears.

"Oh, by the way, since you are so good at talking, you naturally have to remove your tongue first!"

This time, the big hand inserted into Aura's mouth without any hesitation, hooked two fingers, and pulled out her tongue.

Blood filled her mouth and she groaned in pain, followed by even more excruciating pain. Olivier's fingers easily gouged out her eyeballs.

Nolan placed his eyeball in his palm and observed it carefully, sighing with regret: "Now that it's been taken down, it doesn't look as good anymore. How disappointing!"

Ola could only sob and was unable to utter a word. Now she was unable to speak or see and could only wait to die.

Nolan threw her to the ground in disgust, waved his hand, and lit up the villa with the torches on the wall.

As he left, his calm words reached Ola's ears.

"You deserve this, Second Young Master of the Olivier Tribe. You have a lot of blood on your hands, right? When those people knelt at your feet, did you ever think of sparing them? Did you ever think that they also have relatives?"

Ola sobbed and Nolan couldn't hear what she was saying.

But now, nothing she said mattered.

The fire soon burned down the most luxurious villa in the tribe.