Liam stood still for a moment, eyes locked onto the remaining three men.
They stared back at him, shaken.
He had given them a chance. Told them to toss everything—money, weapons, whatever they had—and walk away. But they laughed it off.
Now he was going to teach them a lesson they wouldn't forget.
One of the thugs—taller than the others, probably the self-proclaimed leader—suddenly raised his gun, aiming straight at Liam.
Stupid move.
Liam moved.
In a flash, he stepped in, his hand lashing out and catching the thug's wrist mid-air before the idiot even pulled the trigger. The next movement was fluid and brutal—Liam's leg shot up like a whip, smooth, fast, and perfectly aimed.
His bare foot connected hard against the man's neck.
Crack!
The thug collapsed instantly. His head hit the pavement with a dull thud. He didn't move. Out cold.
Liam didn't even look at him again. His eyes were already on the last two.
