At that moment, two tall men sat opposite each other, silent, yet the invisible smoke of tension spread endlessly.
"Did you come just to stare at me?" Liam Cloud played with the dagger in his hand, smirking, "What's the matter? Do you find my face much more handsome than yours?"
"Stay away from Hope Williams."
Waylon Lewis's eyes lifted, a deadly gaze sweeping towards Liam Cloud.
Liam Cloud scoffed, "Can't do that."
Right after Liam Cloud's words fell, the men behind Waylon Lewis instantly drew their guns.
And without hesitation, so did the men behind Liam Cloud.
In an instant, both sides were in a standoff, guns drawn, with a chilling hostility emanating from the cold barrels.
"You're looking for death," Waylon's eyes were filled with icy ferocity.
Liam's expression cooled and, while expertly spinning the dagger, he looked directly at Waylon without flinching, "You're not worthy of having her."
"And you are?"
"More than you are."
"Whether I am worthy or not, she's mine."