At that moment hearing what Oliver just said, the leader of the group tilted his head slightly, the smirk on his face widening into an arrogant grin. His tone dropped, casual but laced with mockery, as he stepped closer to Oliver.
"Well," the boss said, "that's not for me to tell you."
His words hung in the air, almost daring Oliver to push further.
"After we've teach you a proper lesson tonight," the man continued, his voice dripping with disdain, "you'll have plenty of time to think about who you offended. Use that head of yours to figure it out. And next time? Maybe you'll learn not to overstep your boundaries."
Immediately the other men chuckled lowly, emboldened by their leader's words. The echo of their laughter mingled with the hum of the parking lot lights, filling the space with an unnerving tension.
