"My hand! Ahhh!"
"My hand!"
"He broke my hand!"
The three of them cried out in agony, but before they knew it, Liam cocked his fists and brought them down squarely on the two chests, while at the same time kicking the third with his foot. The three of them sailed through the air, crashed into the wall on the far side of the room, and finally landed in a crumpled heap on the ground.
Their crash sent a crack running straight through the wall, and in a split second, the paintings on the wall fell from their hooks, landing on the three men in a shattered mess. The three men, however, had already passed out from their impact and were no longer breathing!
All the remaining gangsters looked on in horror, then turned to Liam with bloodshot eyes.
A bald, burly man in the lead let out a cry of fury, then raised his dagger above his head and lumbered straight toward Liam. "Let's get him! He can't get away with killing our comrades like this! Get him!"
The gangsters all lunged toward Liam
