Chapter 483

Quentin watched with a composed smirk. He taunted Malcolm and Liam, "Take a good look, Malcolm. My guys have got this place covered. You really think your handful of fighters can take on my army?"

Malcolm looked impassive as he surveyed the courtyard. They were completely surrounded by thugs, each one looking meaner than the last, brandishing their weapons in the storm.

Malcolm's brow was furrowed as he took in the sea of easily a couple of hundred thugs filling the courtyard. Doubt gnawed at him. He glanced at Liam, his voice barely above a whisper, "Boss, what's our play? Do we take 'em head-on?"

Liam looked as composed as ever, not a trace of fear in his eyes. He fixed his gaze on Quentin, who was smugly flanked by his goons, and asked sternly, "Quentin, you really think this is your win?"

Caught off guard, Quentin's surprise quickly turned into a mocking laugh, his eyes twisted with scorn. "Liam, I didn't give you enough credit. Who knew you'd be chummy with Malcolm of the garr