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

In front of Sunniva, Zane caught himself retreating and stiffened, quickly adopting an angry stance. He glared at Liam and demanded, "What are you trying to pull?"Liam did not bother with a reply. Instead, he asked icily, "You're Mr Zane Long from Majestic Times Group, right?"At that, Zane's expression twisted with irritation. Liam's demeanor irked him, especially the way his hand was possessively around Sunniva's waist.A steely glint flashed in Zane's eyes as he retorted, "Does it matter whether I am or not?"Zane finished speaking and shot Liam a defiant look, his eyebrows arching in a silent challenge that screamed, 'What are you gonna do about it?'Maybe it was the presence of Vilmos that made Zane so cocky, like Liam was nothing to worry about.Liam just snorted, a chilling edge to his voice as he said, "No big deal. I just want to have a word with you, Mr. Long. All this drama tonight is your handiwork, right, Mr. Long?" At that, Zane just laughed, a frigid, mocking soun

Zane, watching Sunniva's silence stretch on, grew smug, convinced she would not dare cross him. His smirk widened as he scoffed, "Think it over, Sunniva. You don't want to know what happens when you cross me..."However, hey, I'm not all that bad. Just come back with me tonight, keep me company, and we'll forget all about this little mishap. Our companies can keep their collaboration, and I might even throw in a little extra profit for you."He added one more stipulation, his eyes fixed on Liam, "However, he has to stay behind!"Zane had invested too much in winning Sunniva over, assuming that after tonight's setup, she would be his. Liam's unexpected interference was a wrench in his plans he could not ignore. There was no way Zane would let Liam walk away without a fight.Zane's confidence was sky-high, and for good reason. In the backseat of the car behind him sat none other than Vilmos, the reigning boxing champ. Liam might have some moves but against a beast like Vilmos? No cha

A new thought struck Zane, and his voice twisted with rage, "No! Vilmos, breaks the kid's limbs first. I want to make him suffer! He's going to learn what happens when he messes with me!" He sneered, "Think you can mess with my plans? I'll make you pay, and not just you—I'll go after your wife and kids too!" His voice dripped with malice as he continued, "I've heard your wife is a real beauty. Don't worry, once I'm done with you, I'll make sure you get a front-row seat to watch me with her." A sinister laugh spread across Zane's face as he pointed at Liam, his roar filled with unbridled anger.Vilmos stood next to Zane, an intimidating presence, his eyes icy as they fixed on Liam. His language was rough around the edges, but his message was clear and chilling. "Kid, I'll give it to you, you've got some skills. However, against me? You're out of your league. If I step in, you wouldn't stand a chance. Here's your shot—take yourself out of the game, break your own arms! Otherwise, I'll d

The sight of the boxing champ being hurled through the air was utterly staggering, especially the thunderous crash of Vilmos slamming into the stone pillar—a sound that still seemed to reverberate in his ears.If a tough guy like the champ could not handle a single move from Liam, what chance did they have?That thought sent waves of panic through Forrest. He jolted out of his stupor, glancing at Vilmos sprawled in a crimson pool, then at Liam, untouched. Forrest's instincts screamed at him to bolt.However, as he took his first step to flee, Liam casually flicked a machete from the ground. It zipped past Forrest's leg and with a resounding clang, stuck quivering in the floorboards.Liam's voice, icy and spectral, cut through the silence, "Who said you could leave?"Forrest's legs buckled, and he crumpled to the ground, a shameful stain spreading beneath him. His face was ghostly white, sweat streaming down his brow.He was terrified, convinced for a split second that his leg was