Chapter 1192

However, it was over in a flash. The would-be attackers did not even get within striking distance of Liam before they were flung aside like ragdolls, hitting the ground hard. Only then did the onlookers notice the deadly dents in their chests. They were dead before they hit the dirt.

That show of raw power sent a wave of fear through the remaining thugs who had thought about jumping into the fray.

Forrest, in particular, was beside himself with rage and madness. He brandished his machete and bellowed as he lunged at Liam, "What are you waiting for? Get him! Take him down!!"

However, Forrest's charge was cut short as Liam effortlessly sidestepped and sent him crashing to the ground with a swift kick. Forrest's machete clattered away, and in the blink of an eye, Liam snatched it from the air, the icy blade then resting under Forrest's chin.

A trickle of blood seeped from where the blade nicked Forrest's neck, slowly staining his skin.

Frozen in shock, Forrest had not even processed