Chapter 621
His face was as beautiful as a fallen angel.
Dark and magnificent, his features were strikingly captivating under the dim light.
The man stared at that face for a few seconds.
Suddenly, it felt intensely familiar.
A name flashed through his mind like lightning.
His eyes widened in horror.
His heart almost stopped beating.
Only then did he belatedly register the excruciating pain shooting through his wrist.
He tumbled from the barstool, crashing to the floor.
A pig-like squeal erupted from his throat.
Liam Sullivan watched his pathetic state with cold eyes.
The corner of his lips curled into a contemptuous arc.
"Waste."
His voice was icy, devoid of any warmth.
"Dare to touch my woman. You're seeking death."
The other man finally sensed something was wrong.
When he clearly saw Liam's face, his complexion instantly turned ashen.
He didn't care about his companion.
He turned and tried to flee.
It was better to offend anyone else.
But never, ever offend the head of the Sullivan Group.
This man was more terrifying than a demon from hell.
His companion's hand was already broken.
If he didn't escape, his fate would be even worse.
But he underestimated Liam.
Liam was never one to let anyone off easily.
Especially after witnessing these two men harass Vivian Bennett with his own eyes.
Not killing them was already an act of mercy.
Trying to flee would only ignite a stronger killing intent within him.
The man had barely taken two steps.
A crisp, sickening crack echoed from his calf.
The sound was clearer, more horrifying than before.
He collapsed to the ground like a dog with a broken leg.
Agonized wails tore from his throat.
Dead silence enveloped the surroundings.
No one in the bar dared to step forward.
No one dared to call the police.
Those who frequented this place were all prominent figures.
Everyone knew Liam Sullivan's rules.
If he wanted someone dead, they would die.
These two men deserved it.
They were blind enough to touch Liam Sullivan's woman.
Ten lives wouldn't be enough to pay for that.
Liam walked over slowly.
His handsome face showed no expression.
It was cold, like a sculpture.
He lifted his foot.
He brought it down hard on the man's chest.
He applied pressure.
The sound of cracking ribs was clearly audible.
They were unlucky today.
Liam was in an extremely foul mood.
The anger from being dumped by Vivian had nowhere to vent.
These two men had walked right into the line of fire.
The man being stepped on writhed in pain, his face contorted.
He cried and begged for mercy, a pitiful sight.
The man with the broken wrist was already scared out of his wits.
He cowered in a corner, trembling violently.
He didn't dare to look at his companion.
Liam Sullivan was a true demon.
When he turned ruthless, his cruelty was bone-chilling.
The entire bar was eerily quiet.
Only the man's piercing screams echoed.
The perpetrator remained expressionless.
His demeanor was as elegant as if he were savoring fine wine.
"Enough."
Vivian Bennett slammed her glass onto the floor, shattering it.
She stood up from the bar.
She walked quickly to Liam's side.
Her eyes blazed with fury as she glared at him.
"You just want to force me to speak, don't you?"
Her voice was icy.
"Let him go. Stop this cruel charade. Must you make it so bloody to be satisfied?"
She felt no sympathy for those two perverts.
But their crime didn't warrant death.
Liam knew this perfectly well.
He was simply using them to provoke her.
To force her to acknowledge his presence.
And she truly couldn't listen any longer.
The screams were making her stomach churn.
His cruelty always exceeded her imagination.
Liam withdrew his foot.
He didn't even glance at the man nearly fainting from pain on the floor.
His gaze settled on Vivian's face.
The corner of his lips curved into a faint, ambiguous smile.
"Finally willing to look at me?"