Chapter 650

With a thunderous crash!

The thug slammed into the hood of a black sedan, leaving a deep dent. Blood spilled from his mouth as he fell unconscious.

The laughter that echoed from the thugs was suddenly cut short as they froze, eyes wide with fear, staring at Liam.

Could anyone be that formidable?

Just knocked a guy unconscious?

Liam scooped up the steel pipe one of the thugs dropped and advanced on the rest, his presence chilling, like the Grim Reaper himself, sending them stumbling backward in terror.

Liam's voice, icy with a hint of menace, cut through the tension. "One more time, who sent you? Talk, and maybe I'll let you slide."

The thugs exchanged nervous glances, the danger rolling off Liam in waves keeping them rooted to the spot.

Their burly, tattooed boss, frustrated at seeing his crew dominated by a single man, kicked one of the thugs forward and roared, "The hell with this! Are you all chicken? Get him, take him out!"

Spurred on by their leader's command, the thugs,