Watson and the man whose wrist Liam was broken crashed onto the ground together, and at the same time, Watson's knife sank right into the flesh of his subordinate's trunk, and blood spurted out of the wound. "Ahh!" the man let out a shriek of agony and stumbled to his feet, his entire body shaking like a leaf. He was clutching his broken wrist with one hand, and as he stood up, the hilt of the knife stuck out from his flesh, glinting menacingly and even shaking along with his body. Everyone watching held their breaths in fear, but when they saw that Watson was defeated, they broke out in cheers and applause. All of them knew Watson; he was the local thug and was terrorizing this area for as long as they could remember. Therefore, it was good to see him get a taste of his own medicine!Watson was so stunned that he could not even move for a few seconds. Finally, when he heard his subordinate screaming, he snapped out of his stupor and leaped to his feet. His expression was dark, lo
Liam and Jovie just turned the corner when suddenly, a group of twenty or so men showed up, wielding daggers and bats as they trudged straight toward Liam. The next moment, a shout echoed through the streets. "So you were the one who beat up my son, eh?"These men soon had Liam and Jovie surrounding, staring menacingly down at him as they clutched their weapons.The moment these thugs appeared, the store owners all pulled their shades down, trying to keep out of trouble. The crowd queuing for their food dispersed within seconds, and all the people lurked in distant corners of the street, watching to see what would happen. The entire street transformed into a ghost town within seconds of these thugs' arrival. Some of the onlookers, who recognized these thugs, began to whisper, "Oh no! That poor man is going to get the beating of his life. That's Dylan Chase, you know. He's one of the most notorious gangsters in this area, and has more than thirty people working underneath him.""
Dylan looked to be in his early fifties and had a strikingly bald head, but that was not the only thing special about him. He also had a giant tattoo of a tiger spanning across his entire upper chest, making him look even more menacing than he already did.Dylan turned to stare at his son, who was at this moment sobbing as he clutched his swollen cheek. The next moment, he raised his arm and slapped Watson across his face, snarling, "You useless piece of sh*t! Have I not taught you enough? How can you even get beaten up by a weak man like this, and he has a child with him, no less! I'm ashamed of you!"Watson did not expect to be treated by his father like this, but he did not dare to even utter a word of complaint. Instead, he stood there with his head lowered, his hand cupping his cheek. Dylan then turned to glance at Liam, casting him a steely look. "Were you the one who slapped my son?"Liam met his gaze head-on, without a single ounce of fear. He nodded calmly. "Yes, it was m
Everyone turned to gaze at Liam in utter disbelief. Was something wrong with this man?This was the notorious Dylan Chase that he was dealing with, who was also known as the Tiger amongst those who feared him. Not only that, but he had over two dozen men standing right next to him, and they could easily crush him with the bat of an eyelid, so what was he doing, taunting them like this?Dylan froze, then cackled and said, a menacing glint flashing through his eyes, "Very well, young man! You're certainly courageous, but very, very foolish. I'd also like to offer you a piece of advice myself—it pays to know when to back off sometimes! You're going to pay the price for your arrogance! Do you honestly think I'd be scared by your empty threats? You're not going to walk out of here in one piece today!"Liam sneered. "Is that so? I'd like to see you try."A scowl crossed Dylan's face, and he barked, "I gave you a chance, but you refused to take it! Don't go crawling back to your mama when
Although this was what Dylan told his son, he still could not help but feel frightened by the sudden arrival of these formidable-looking soldiers. Despite that, he put on a brave front and said, "Don't worry, son. I'm sure this is just a coincidence. They're just here on patrol, that's all. They've been patrolling far more often than usual lately, and I'm sure this is just one of those times."At this point, the soldiers already stepped into their formations and were trudging straight toward Dylan and his men, their footsteps echoing synchronously throughout the streets.They soon had the crowd surrounded, and the leader approached Liam, gave him a salute, and declared, "Mr. Cole, sir! Steven Woods, commander of the Seventh Battalion of the Western Precinct, reporting for duty!"All the soldiers standing behind him straightened up, casting Liam's looks of awe and respect as they saluted Liam in unison. "Reporting for duty, Mr. Cole, sir!"The onlookers all gasped at this and immedi
"What's going on here, Dylan? Have you gotten too bored with your nice, cushy life? How dare you ambush Mr. Cole like this and even demand that he break his arm?" Steven snarled, glaring at Dylan. His army green uniform made him look even more formidable, and the warning in his tone sent shudders down Dylan's spine.The color drained from Dylan's face, and he quickly plastered an apologetic smile on his face, bowing his head. "This is all just a misunderstanding, Lieutenant Woods. I didn't know you and Mr. Cole knew each other so well. It's all just a big misunderstanding. Um, if it's okay, Lieutenant Woods, I'll leave now. I don't want to waste any more of your time."With that, he cast his men a meaningful glance and turned to leave, but the moment they swiveled around, they were met with the sight of a hundred gun barrels pointed straight at them. This sight frightened them so much that their knees went weak, and beads of cold sweat covered their foreheads. Steven stared at them
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cole. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have acted so arrogantly, and I should have raised my son better. My son is a good-for-nothing piece of sh*t who shouldn't have crossed you. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have offended you. Please forgive me. Please, Mr. Cole! Please accept my apology! You're a kind man, certainly, you would forgive us!" Dylan kept banging his head against the pavement in a fervent effort to prove his sincerity to Liam, and despite the blood pouring down his forehead, he did not stop. When he saw that Liam did not respond, however, another wave of panic coursed through him, and he went so far as to slap himself a few times, just to prove to Liam that he meant his remorse. "Mr. Cole, please forgive me. I deserve to be punished for my sins, but I do hope that you can find it within you to forgive me."Liam's steely gaze landed on him. "Very well then, Dylan. I'll consider letting you go, but only on one condition—I want you to tell me who's b
They stood there, waiting, for another ten minutes before finally seeing a row of military Jeeps thundering toward them. When Liam saw this, a glint of malice flashed through his eyes.The Jeeps screeched to a halt, and someone flung the door open of the first one. Out leaped a few soldiers, dressed in their characteristic army green uniforms and carrying their guns by their sides. Although these were soldiers, the way they carried themselves looked far more like thugs instead. The man in the lead sauntered toward Dylan, and as they neared, Liam caught sight of his badge. He was a Second Lieutenant. When they arrived, the man adjusted his cap, then glanced at Liam, and finally turned to Dylan with a look of outrage. "Are you kidding me, Dylan? Where the h*ll are all the people? Who's the one you said you needed my help dealing with?"Dylan shuddered, then cowered and pointed to Liam as he muttered, "Sir, here he is."The lieutenant, who was named Connor Saunders, finally gave Liam