Chapter 284

Liam's gaze locked onto the bouquet in the boy's hand.

The innocent-looking flowers set off alarm bells in his mind.

The child's grip was too precise—a telltale sign of professional assassin training.

"Get back!"

He moved like lightning, shielding Evelyn with his body.

His fingers clamped around the boy's wrist like steel jaws.

"Big brother, what's wrong?" The child's angelic face twisted with a flicker of malice.

Liam twisted his wrist sharply. A cry of pain escaped the boy's lips.

Crushed petals rained from the child's palm—just ordinary flowers.

But that earlier thrust had carried lethal intent.

"Liam!" Evelyn gasped at his sudden movement.

While attention was diverted, the cowering security guard sprang into action.

A silenced pistol flashed toward Liam's back.

The trigger pulled without hesitation.

Phut

The bullet tore through air—only to meet flesh.

A spray of crimson bloomed across Lillian's ivory gown like winter roses.

"Lillian!"

Liam's roar shattered the night.

He caught her collapsing form. Warm blood soaked through his fingers.

The bullet had lodged in her lower back, pumping life onto the pavement.

The guard raised his weapon again.

Liam's eyes turned glacial.

With Lillian in his arms, he blurred forward.

A single kick sent the guard crashing into a stone pillar.

Spine protruding through flesh. Instant death.

Evelyn screamed again.

The wiry boy had produced a combat knife, thrusting toward her heart.

Tires screeched.

A black Lincoln plowed into the child, sending him flying.

Felix leapt from the driver's seat, face ashen. "Everyone okay?"

"Open up!" Liam barreled into the backseat with Lillian.

He tore away bloodied fabric, flushing the wound with water.

One palm struck her abdomen.

Ping—the bullet ricocheted off leather upholstery.

Silver needles flashed. The bleeding slowed.

"Revival Hall. Now!" Liam's voice shook.

Felix floored the accelerator.

Sirens wailed from all directions.

Spotlights flooded the interior. A dozen police officers advanced with drawn weapons.

"Exit the vehicle! Hands on your heads!" A hawk-nosed lieutenant barked through a megaphone.

Liam patted his pockets—his military ID was back at the clinic.

He stepped out, hands raised. "Critical patient inside. Immediate medical attention required."

"Drop your weapons! Now!"

Liam's eyes turned arctic. "Final warning. Move."

"Just shoot him, Captain," an officer muttered.

Before the words faded, Liam materialized beside the speaker.

One hand lifted the lieutenant by the throat.

"Try and stop me."

The roar carried bone-shaking force. Officers clutched their ears in pain.

The suspended lieutenant kicked weakly, face purpling.

Under moonlight, Liam stood like a wrathful deity.

To save Lillian, he'd wage war against the world itself.