Chapter 900

With Yankel's face etched in horror, Liam's voice cut through again, "Now that your right hand and foot are done for, it's time for the left ones. Pick which one you want to lose first."

Hearing that, Yankel shuddered, then burst into a mad cackle, his eyes brimming with loathing. He looked down at his mangled knee and said with chilling venom, "Liam, you think you can just ruin my hands and feet and get away with it? You're dead, you hear me? Dead!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Yankel whipped out a pistol from behind his back. The dark barrel pointed straight at Liam, and Yankel's face twisted into a grin of savage satisfaction at Liam's surprised look.

Yankel's sneer was full of self-satisfaction as he taunted Liam. "You think you can rattle me, Liam? Bet you didn't see this coming. I've got a gun! You lousy mutt, you had the nerve to break my right hand and smash my knee. You're gonna pay for that. I'll make your wife and your girl pay for it. You care about them,