Chapter 1787

Liam watched as Wade tried desperately to get to his feet but failed miserably. He sneered at this, then stuck a hand in his pocket and sauntered toward his opponent. His every footfall felt like a thunderous drumbeat to Wade, signifying his incoming doom!

As alarmed as he was, the most prominent emotion that Wade felt at that moment was shame!

He was the leader of the Soul Reaver Guild, and yet he had been defeated and crippled by a young, scrawny-looking man—in front of his subordinates, no less! This was a mortification that he could never possibly live down!

By the time Liam reached him, Wade found that he had gathered some of his strength back. He propped himself up onto his arms, trying to regain some of his composure. His mangled face was twisted in a grotesque scowl, and he glared at Liam. "You little twat! I am one of the most feared names in the gangster world, and who would've thought I'd fall into your puny hands?"

He gritted his teeth and was about to hoist himself up