Chapter 337 Pretending to Be My Uncle?
Liam's kick hit Noah so hard, he felt like his insides were on fire. But he didn't budge, not even a little.
"Well, you've got some guts!" Liam said, even more intrigued by Noah's stubbornness.
Liam adjusted his tie and rolled up his sleeves, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "From now on, if Noah tries anything, just shoot him on the spot!"
"Yes, Mr. Moore!" the three bodyguards in sunglasses responded in unison, their guns pressed firmly against Noah's temples and the back of his head.
"Alright, kid, let's not get into anything else right now. First, I need to blow off some steam from the other night on the boat," Liam said, cracking his neck and clenching his fists before swinging a punch at Noah's left cheek.
The punch landed hard, and Noah's face exploded with pain. His cheek swelled up immediately, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, he fixed Liam with a murderous glare.
Liam shivered involuntarily under Noah's gaze, feeling an inexplicable sense of impending doom. 'I'm from the Moore family! What do I have to be afraid of?' he thought to himself, growing even more excited as he threw another punch at Noah's face.
The dull thud of the punch echoed through the parking lot. After two minutes of relentless punching, Liam was drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. He was a playboy, after all, and his body had long been weakened by a life of excess. This kind of physical exertion was too much for him.
"Damn, that was tiring, but it felt so good. This is how I deal with people who look down on my family," Liam said, rubbing his neck and looking at Noah.
Noah's face was now swollen and bloody, his clothes stained with blood. But his eyes were cold and filled with a deadly intent, like a predator ready to strike.
"Kid, you've got guts. I've been beating you for so long, and you haven't begged for mercy or even cried out. I respect that," Liam said, looking at Noah with surprise. "But having guts won't help you. You messed with me and my family."
"I'm done having my fun. Now let's get down to business," Liam said with a cruel smile. "You have two choices. One, kneel and apologize for outbidding me and making me lose face. After that, cancel the contract with Clementine, and you'll hand her over to me."
"Or two, you can refuse to kneel, and I'll have my bodyguards shoot you right here. Then I'll go find Clementine and make her sign the contract."
"You have ten seconds to decide. Make your choice quickly," Liam said, starting the countdown. "Ten. Nine. Eight."
Liam was confident that anyone with half a brain would choose the first option and kneel to apologize. Otherwise, the result would be death. What could be more important than life?
"Three."
As the ten seconds neared their end, Liam frowned. Noah still hadn't made a choice.
"Two. One. Noah, make your choice. Kneel and apologize, or die," Liam said, his face darkening with irritation at Noah's defiance.
"I've got two choices for you too. Kneel and apologize to me, then crawl back to the Moore family," Noah said coldly. "Or, break your own legs and feet, and I'll let this go."
As he spoke, Noah's body tensed, his eyes locked on Liam like a predator ready to pounce. He was looking for an opportunity to turn the tables before the bodyguards could react. He had a fifty percent chance of success, but he knew he would get hurt.
"You think you can give me choices? You're crazy, Noah. You're the one with three guns pointed at you. What right do you have to make demands?" Liam laughed, thinking Noah was out of his mind.
"Is this kid an idiot?" one of the bodyguards laughed. "Doesn't he see the guns pointed at him?"
"Putting on a show before he dies," another bodyguard chuckled, their attention momentarily diverted.
Noah's eyes flashed with determination as he prepared to strike.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
"Kid, someone's calling you before you die! Let's see who it is," Liam said, reaching into Noah's pocket and pulling out the phone. The number looked familiar.
Without thinking, Liam swiped to answer the call.
"It's Atticus. I've gathered the information on the major families in Silverlight City as you requested. Should I send it to you now?" a respectful voice said on the other end.
"Atticus?" Liam laughed. "Are you an idiot? Pretending to be my uncle? Let me tell you, Noah's about to be executed. You better start preparing some money for his funeral!"
"Who are you?" Atticus asked, realizing the voice wasn't Noah's.
"Who am I? I'm Liam, the nephew of Atticus! You have no manners, pretending to be my uncle!" Liam shouted. "Get ready to pay for Noah's funeral!"
"Liam?" Atticus recognized his nephew's voice. His face changed as he understood that Liam was about to execute Mr. Anderson.
Execute Mr. Anderson?
Atticus broke into a cold sweat, shouting, "Liam, you fool! Let him go immediately!"
"Let him go? No way!" Liam yelled back. "And stop pretending! But you did a good job with the voice!"
Liam hung up the phone and turned to the bodyguards. "Shoot him! Then we'll go find Clementine!"
"Got it!" the bodyguards said, their fingers on the triggers, ready to fire.
Suddenly, Liam's phone rang again. It was a video call from "Uncle."
"Wait, don't shoot yet. My uncle's calling. If he hears gunshots, he'll start asking questions. Let Noah live a few more minutes," Liam said.
"Yes, Mr. Moore," the bodyguards replied.
Liam answered the video call with a smile. "Uncle Atticus, why are you calling? I have to tell you, someone just pretended to be you. The voice was pretty good, but I gave them a piece of my mind!"
On the other end of the call was a man in his fifties with graying hair, exuding an air of authority that made it hard to breathe. It was Atticus.
"Liam, the person you just insulted was me," Atticus said coldly, his face dark with anger.
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