'Tch. This bastard is getting cocky,' Sheila cursed inwardly, her gaze fixed on Liam as he stood there, unmoving but radiating confidence.
Determined not to show weakness, she straightened her posture, adopting an upright stance to assert her dominance. "Hope you're not letting those two lucky strikes get to your head, because—"
She was cut off before she could finish.
"Hey," Liam interrupted, his tone low. "You still don't get it, do you? Talking in the middle of a fight for survival only proves how much of a joke you are. You claiming you're going to execute me? It's nothing more than empty words. Just noise." His voice was cold, his expression indifferent, yet his presence weighed heavily in the air.
