The air inside the VIP room turned heavy—thick enough that even the music vibrating faintly through the walls could not penetrate it.
Yuan Hao sat frozen on the couch, his face still twisted in raw, suffocating fear. His carefully styled hair and expensive tailored suit could not hide the fact that he was trembling.
For the first time in his life and with his guard lying unconscious on the floor, a simple truth hit him:
His money meant nothing here and his family name meant nothing here.
And the boy—no, the young man—standing in front of him stared with the eyes of a predator.
Yuan Hao tried to swallow, but his throat was too dry. His heart thumped violently against his ribs, and he could feel a cold sweat breaking across his back.
His mind scrambled in every direction, searching desperately for an escape.
Maybe if he threatened him? No, his guards had be flown like dolls.
Maybe if he invoked his family name? No, Liam didn't even blink at it.
