The Strongest War God

Chapter 38

38 Liam Neal’s Appearance

Qahira Summer clutched the money tightly. She really needed it!

However, at the entrance of the alley, a bald man with a gold chain around his neck appeared, followed by two underlings. One was extraordinarily fat, and the other was like a big monkey with a mustache and a cunning look!

The bald man laughed. “Poor people, it’s the end of the month again. It’s time to pay for my bills, right?”

His words caused the expressions of more than a dozen vendors in the alley to change.

They set up stalls, but they did not make much money in a day.

If they were lucky, they could earn a hundred or so dollars. If they were unlucky, they might not be able to sell a single item in a day.

The owner of the spicy hotpot stall at the entrance of the alley gave him three red bills in a flattering manner. “Brother Lars, money for your bill!”

“Old pockmarked, your stall’s business is very good, so why are you so stingy!” The bald man glanced over.

The stall owner’s expression suddenly changed as he understood the underlying meaning.

This was too little money!

“Brother Lars, hasn’t it always been three hundred a month?” the stall owner asked, troubled.

“Damn it, the entire country’s population is out of poverty this year. Everyone is moving toward a well-off life. Shouldn’t the protection fees increase? Don’t cry about being poor. Take another two hundred!”

The bald man, Lars Matthews, glared at the stall owner. The stall owner was so scared that he pulled a long face and took out two more crumpled notes.

The total was five hundred dollars. He had worked for nothing these two days!

Lars was finally satisfied. He picked up a red sausage and ate it in big mouthfuls. He collected money from the stalls and soon reached the innermost area.

“Fourth Neal, where’s my money?”

Lars threw away the sausage, pulled out a stick of candied hawthorn, and ate it in big mouthfuls!

There were 16 candied hawthorns in the stick. Each of them was crystal clear, like red diamonds. The sugar water on the outside was like ice, making people drool.

Behind the door of the small alley courtyard stood a ten-year-old girl. Her small face was white and red, her gem-like eyes showed timidity, and her head was tied in a ponytail.

If one looked closely, she and Braydon Neal actually looked similar!

The little girl was a little greedy. Although the candied hawthorn was sold by her family, she rarely ate it.

It was because he wanted to sell the candied hawthorn for money to pay for her school fees.

Liam Neal stood at the side, his eyes calm and indifferent as he watched Lars and the other two taking out candied hawthorns and eating them.

“Brother Lars, this is a small business, so we can’t make much in a day!” Qahira Summer smiled apologetically.

“Get out of here. Don’t complain about being poor. Five hundred for my bills, not a cent less!”

Lars glared at him and pushed over the cart selling the candied hawthorns in front of him.

The little girl ran out from behind the door and shouted, “Don’t you dare bully my father!”

“Little wimp, get lost!”

The hooligan Lars slapped the little girl’s face.

The little girl fell to the ground, tears the size of beans falling. She sobbed softly, not daring to cry loudly.

Qahira hugged her daughter with red eyes. “Ginny, does it hurt? Let Mommy see. Be good and don’t cry!”

“Mommy, why are they bullying Daddy?!” The girl’s tears were like a broken string of pearls, and they could not stop falling.

Qahira’s eyes were wet as she hugged the girl tightly without explaining.

This was the world of adults!

When she hugged the child tightly, a paper bag fell.

The mustached underling picked it up and said in surprise, “Brother Lars, money!”

“Motherf*cker, you actually dare to hide your money? Beat him up!” Lars put all two thousand dollars into his pocket.

The two underlings had just stepped forward, but Liam said in a low voice, “Qahira, take Ginny home!”

“Liam!” Qahira was shocked.

“I said, take the child home!” Liam growled, like a tiger.

Qahira picked up the child and hurried back to the small courtyard.

In the end, Lars slapped Liam’s cheek and said disdainfully, “Fourth Brother Neal, what is it? Do you still want to fight with me?”

In the next moment, Liam Neal made his move.

Once he made his move, he was as fast as lightning. He grabbed Lars’ wrist and twisted it backward.

Crack!

After the crisp sound, Lars’ shrill scream was heard. “Argh, my hand!”

His bones were broken, revealing the white bone stubble, and blood was flowing.

This brutal side of him made the aunt and other acquaintances in the alley feel a slight sense of fear.

Perhaps they all felt that Fourth Neal was kind of like a stranger at this moment!

Liam said coldly, “You can bully me all you want. I, Liam Neal, am a useless man. When the family went through a great change, I couldn’t protect my sister-in-law, let alone Braydon. I was useless!

“Now, I’ve taken Qahira and Ginny down with me. They’ve been living in this place and suffering for more than ten years. You’re seeking death by bullying the mother and daughter!”

Liam attacked again.

“You two, kill him for me!” Lars roared with red eyes.

Only then did the two underlings come back to their senses and pull out the daggers at their waists, causing the hawkers in the alley to scream.

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A snow-white dagger brazenly stabbed over, but Liam’s attack speed was even faster.

His palm landed, and the two-hundred-pound fatty flew out with a loud bang. He landed on the hot pot stall, causing all kinds of food stuff to fly all over the place and howling in pain.

The mustached underling was so scared that he peed his pants. He did not expect that the guy, who they had always bullied, was actually a martial arts master.

And he was so strong!

In the next moment, Liam attacked again. He split the mustached man’s shoulder blade with a palm strike, causing him to scream in pain.

The three of them were all seriously injured. They crawled up with difficulty and turned to run.

“Fourth Neal, just you wait!” Lars turned his head back with hatred.

After leaving these threatening words, he turned around and left.

The alley was now in a miserable state as the middle-aged woman and the others looked over.

Liam Neal stood on the spot, his face suddenly as pale as a sheet of white paper. He clutched his left chest and coughed violently.

“Pfft!” Blood gushed out of his throat.

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The hidden illness from back then had remained to this day, making him, Liam Neal, like a disabled person. He could not lift heavy objects and should not have fought with others.

Forcefully using his martial artist’s strength would trigger his hidden illness, causing serious consequences to his life.

Qahira rushed out the door.

“Daddy!” The little girl was terrified.

Blood was continuously coming out of his mouth. He was unable to control it at all.

At this moment, two young men in black clothes appeared at the entrance of the alley. They had cold expressions, black and gold swords on their waists, and their bodies were full of murderous intent.

This unapproachable look was even scarier than Lars Matthews and the others.

Liam raised his head and saw the symbol of the Northern King sword on their chests. His pupils shrank and he said in a hoarse voice, “Qahira, take Ginny and run!”

“Fourth Neal, what’s wrong with you? We can call the police!” The middle-aged woman came over to help him.

The two young men in black clothes walked over slowly.

Liam was panting heavily. “Aunt Zania, there are some things that some people can’t handle. You should go home quickly. They’re not ruffians like Lars Matthews because they can really kill people!

The stall owners ‘expressions changed when they heard this!

“Gerald Neal,” Liam straightened his body and said indifferently, “you’re good. You can actually order the special operations team to kill me!”

“I just heard you call yourself Liam Neal on the street!” The young man on the left asked coldly.

“I’ve hidden my name for thirteen years. I’m Liam Neal, the person you want to kill!”

He was prepared to die, and he had misunderstood that these two people were sent by the Neal family.

However, the two of them looked at each other and cupped their fists. “Central Hansworth’s Lawrence Wayne and Hubert Calis pay their respects to Fourth Master Neal!”