Chapter 62 Liam’s Initiation II
Liam barely had time to process the madness around him before a woman with massive tits suddenly passed right in front of him, deliberately shaking her jiggling assets in his face. His deep blue eyes flickered as he instinctively took a small step back, but damn—those things were defying gravity. She winked at him before disappearing into the crowd, her hips swaying dangerously with every step.
Liam exhaled sharply, muttering under his breath, "Shit... If this is what every initiation looks like, they need to start hiring new members every damn day."
He was still processing the sheer absurdity of this place when he suddenly felt a strong hand grab his wrist. His first instinct was to jerk away, but when he turned his head, he saw that it was one of the burly guards from the entrance.
"You’re in the wrong place, sir," the guard said firmly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in Liam’s appearance—the black suit, the shining dress shoes, and the thin black cloth strapped around his eyes.
Liam furrowed his brows, his lips parting slightly. Wrong place? He glanced around again at the half-naked, drunk people grinding against each other and thought, Yeah, no shit. But what the hell did that mean?
Without another word, the guard began leading him away. Liam followed, stepping through the chaotic crowd as music pounded in his ears. The further they walked, the fewer people were around, until they reached a dimly lit corridor at the back.
Liam recognized this hallway—it was where he came from earlier. But instead of heading back to the entrance, the guard took a sharp turn toward the other side of the hall.
Liam immediately frowned.
"That’s a dead end," he pointed out, crossing his arms.
The guard simply glanced at him before saying, "No, it isn’t."
Before Liam could argue, the guard walked straight up to the wall and pressed his palm against it.