Chapter 1887

The entire gang immediately scattered without another moment's hesitation. Newlin, in particular, turned and skedaddled as fast as his legs could take him.

Suddenly, Liam's cold voice rang out, shocking them in place.

"What? Have you misheard me? I asked you to get on your knees and scram! I never said you could run!"

For a moment there, Newlin was petrified that Liam had changed his mind about letting him go. He stood there, his face as pale as a ghost, glancing nervously at his men. After a few moments, they realized what Liam was asking of them.

Then, without a moment's hesitation, they all dropped to their knees and slunk away from the pub—some of them shuffling awkwardly on their knees, others outright crawling like animals, all just to get as far away from Liam as possible before he changed his mind. This was no doubt a shocking turn of events, and all the bouncers, as well as some spectators lurking nearby, could not help staring, slack-jawed, at this strange sight.

It was