Chapter 298 The Wrong Target
Instead of taking the drinks and heading back to Vanessa like he initially planned, Liam paused for a moment. His grip on the glasses loosened slightly as he lowered them back onto the bar’s polished marble surface with a soft clink. His eyes didn’t leave the bartender.
With a relaxed, almost lazy tilt of his head, Liam leaned forward, placing one hand casually on the bar. His voice was calm, light, curious, laced with an innocent tone behind the silver-accented mask covering his face.
"You alright, man?" Liam asked.
The bartender furrowed his brows slightly, caught off guard. "Uh... yeah, why?"
Liam’s hand subtly lifted and pointed at the man’s neck. "That mark there," he said softly. "Looks like you took one hell of a hit recently."
The bartender’s face twitched just slightly, barely noticeable to the average eye. But Liam caught it. That brief flash of fear. The memory. The stiffness in his spine.
He remembered.He remembered exactly what Liam was talking about.
The barman blinked and laughed nervously. "Oh, this? Pfft. You should’ve seen the other guy."
He chuckled as he picked up a used glass from earlier, grabbing a towel to polish it with shaky hands. Liam watched him in silence, completely stunned at how this man had the gall to act like he’d won that fight.
Is this guy for real?Liam raised an eyebrow behind his mask.Does this man not know what shame is?
He just kept talking, completely unaware that the very person who spun kicked his ass across a warehouse that morning was standing right in front of him, quietly judging every stupid word spilling from his mouth.
The bartender continued, emboldened by his own fantasy. "Yeah, guy came outta nowhere wild swingin’. But I was faster, y’know? Took him down clean. He won’t be back any time soon."