Liam strode forward, his steps calm, his movements relaxed, as if he weren't surrounded by five armed men who were ready to tear him apart.
The five drug dealers weren't stupid.
They had just witnessed how easily he took down two of their own.
One of them had a broken arm, writhing on the ground in agony.
Fighting him one-on-one was not an option.
The remaining five men exchanged quick glances before charging at him all at once.
They came from different angles, moving in a way that would have overwhelmed any normal person.
But Liam?
Liam just smiled.
One by one, or all together—it didn't matter.
He would beat every single one of them.
The first attacker lunged toward Liam, a sharp combat knife gleaming under the dim alley lights.
He aimed straight for Liam's shoulder, knowing that the helmet protected his head.
At the same time, another man went for his stomach, hoping to stab him while he was dodging the first strike.
A good plan.
But not good enough.
