Chapter 1389

Quim's subordinates all glanced at each other, then at Liam, and finally swung their fists at him, roaring at the top of their lungs.

Liam merely raised his brows in amusement but did not move even an inch. When the man closest to him approached, he cocked his arm back and slapped him so hard across the cheek that his opponent whirled around on the spot, dazed and disoriented. All he could feel was the burning sensation that crept through his skin.

The next moment, Liam darted out of sight and materialized right in front of his rather puzzled-looking companions. Before they could even realize where he had gone, they heard a loud slap and were horrified to see the large palm prints that had appeared on each other's faces.

Some of them had taken the blow so hard that they doubled over, spitting out mouthfuls of blood mixed with chunks of their teeth. They all fell to their knees, whimpering and howling in agony.

Liam clapped the dust off his hands as though he had just finished up