Predator

6

The door, still warm from Amelia's body, opened and closed quickly. The sounds of chaotic footsteps, brutal fighting, and someone's anguished pleas filled the air.

The girl curled up at the head of the bed, covering her ears.

She was obedient, her clothes still loosely draped on her body, maintaining her vulnerable state without daring to fully dress.

Her delicate buttocks were pressed against the military knife she had just stolen from Liam.

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No one had ever witnessed Liam's true strength.

They only knew this Italian man had been picked up from the Grumeti River in the Western Corridor by their boss.

At that time, it was the season of the Great Migration in East Africa, and the Grumeti River was a perennial watering hole for predators like lions, cheetahs, leopards, hyenas, and crocodiles. Anyone caught there would be in serious trouble.

When Liam was rescued, he was covered in injuries, his abdomen marked by deep claw scars that reached the bone, blood almost drowning him. Only his eyes, hidden under wet hair, remained fierce and wolf-like.

The mercenaries were all tough, ruthless characters. The last thing they needed was another hard case.

"Just a cripple. How he dares to look at me like that!" The man who said this had sneaked into Liam's room with a knife, intending to gouge out the young wolf cub's eyes.

Later, that same knife was thrust into the mouth of the provoker by Liam, who hadn't yet fully recovered. The blade twisted and turned, and the severed tongue was thrown into the mercenaries' courtyard.

His voice was hoarse: "Anyone who wants to challenge me, come openly."

...

The boss would occasionally come to check on his goods, and when he heard about this incident, he laughed heartily, "This kid... When I found him, a pack of hyenas was trying to attack him from behind..."

Everyone knew what African hyenas were like, so they laughed along, thinking it was just a joke about Liam.

"Liam strangled one of the hyenas with his bare hands."

What a terrifying man!

Now, the man who should have been enjoying a pleasant night fired his gun, trapping the three men in the hallway, a dangerous smile on his lips: "Enjoyed the sound?"

"I said don't even think about coveting what's mine."

So what if he had said it?

He wasn't the only one with a gun.

The man in the corner of the right wall, the one who had first ogled Amelia, cursed and angrily extended his right hand, finger on the trigger.

But Liam moved faster.

He didn't even need to turn his head. The bullet hit the man's restless wrist accurately.

The sound of the gun falling to the ground was accompanied by a scream, making Amelia, curled up on the bed, shudder.

"It seems it was your idea, so you'll go first." Liam reached into his coat for his knife—

Where was his knife?

Liam, always vigilant, had never let anyone get close to him.

Except for the woman who had pressed against his chest, sobbing "please don't" in his moment of distraction.

Suddenly, his military boots changed direction, leaving the three men bewildered, grateful to be alive.