PFC Chapter 476 Demon
Chapter 476 Demon
Anya felt her whole world spin in an instant. One second she was sitting beside Draco, holding her breath, forcing herself to stay still while his presence pressed down on her like a weight she couldn’t shake off. The next second everything changed. A hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of that space so fast her body barely kept up with what was happening.
She stumbled forward, her heels scraping hard against the floor as she was dragged across a hallway, the music from the club fading behind them, replaced by something quieter, more dangerous. Her heart slammed against her chest as she tried to steady herself, her free hand reaching out instinctively like she needed something to hold onto.
Then she looked up.
It was him.
Liam.
For a moment her mind froze, then her chest tightened as something unexpected rose inside her. Relief. Real relief. Her eyes almost teared up right there as she stared at him, her breath uneven.
He came back.
He didn’t leave her.
He didn’t abandon her like she thought he did when he walked out.
She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. There wasn’t time. He didn’t slow down, didn’t look back at her, just kept moving, pulling her along with him like he already knew exactly where he was going.
Then suddenly they stopped.
Not because Liam slowed down.
Because someone blocked their path.
Two figures stepped into the hallway ahead of them, their presence heavy, filling the space like a wall. Both of them were holding guns, already raised slightly, not fully aimed yet but ready enough to make the message clear.
One of them tilted his head as he looked at Liam, his voice sharp and filled with irritation.
"Where the fuck do you think you’re going with her?"
Liam’s steps slowed, then stopped completely.
For a second, the hallway went still.
Then Liam lifted his head and looked straight at them.
Recognition hit instantly.
Same faces.
Same men.
The ones who came to him earlier. The ones who warned him to stay away from Anya. The ones who thought he was nothing.
They recognized him too.
Their expressions shifted almost immediately.
"Oiii... look at this idiot."
A grin spread across one of their faces, slow and mocking.
"Even after we warned you, you still dared take her away..." the other one added, shaking his head slightly like he couldn’t believe it. "Cheeky boy. You’ll meet your end here."
Anya’s grip on Liam’s arm tightened without her realizing it. Fear crawled up her spine as she looked at the guns, then at the size of the men in front of them. Everything about them screamed danger.
"Run Liam," she said quickly, her voice shaking but urgent. "It’s me they want. It’s not worth risking your life for."
Liam didn’t move.
He didn’t look scared.
He turned his head slightly toward her, his expression calm, almost too calm for the situation.
"Stay here," he said softly.
Then he let go of her hand.
And walked forward.
Straight toward them.
The two men almost laughed.
They actually did for a second.
This guy was smaller than both of them. Not by a little. By a lot. And one of his hands was clearly injured, wrapped up, stiff, barely usable.
And he was walking toward them like he had a chance.
"Look at him," one of them said, adjusting his grip on the gun. "He thinks he’s—"
He didn’t finish.
Because Liam moved.
He was still a few steps away when it happened. His body dropped slightly, then exploded forward in a single motion. It didn’t look like a run. It looked like he had been launched.
The distance between them disappeared instantly.
Too fast.
Way too fast.
His fist came down.
The first man reacted on instinct, bringing both hands up to block, confident, careless.
Bang.
The impact sounded wrong.
Not like flesh hitting flesh.
Like something breaking.
Crack.
His hands folded inward unnaturally, bones snapping under the force like they couldn’t take it.
Before the man could even process that pain, Liam’s fist kept going.
Bang.
Straight into his face.
Another crack.
Loud.
Final.
His skull gave way under the hit, his body dropping instantly, lifeless, like the strings holding him up had been cut.
Thud.
He hit the ground.
Dead.
No struggle.
No second chance.
The second man froze.
For one second.
That was all Liam needed.
He pushed off the ground again, his body rising into the air as his elbow came up.
The man tried to react, tried to bring the gun up, but it was already too late.
Liam’s elbow came down hard into his jaw.
Crack.
The sound echoed through the hallway.
His jaw shattered instantly, his head snapping sideways from the force as his body spun slightly before collapsing backward.
He hit the ground hard.
Unconscious.
Gone from the fight before it even started.
Silence.
It took less than five seconds.
Anya stood there, frozen.
Completely frozen.
Her mind couldn’t process what she had just seen. Her eyes stayed locked on the two bodies on the ground, then slowly lifted to Liam.
Her breathing was uneven, shallow.
In her twenty three years of living, she had never seen anything like that.
Not even close.
That wasn’t normal.
That wasn’t human.
It was too fast.
Too clean.
Too brutal.
Her legs felt weak for a moment as her brain struggled to catch up with reality.
"Are you gonna stay there all day or you’ll follow me?!"
Liam’s voice cut through everything.
Sharp.
Grounding.
She blinked hard, her body jerking slightly as she snapped out of it.
"Y-yeah..."
She didn’t even finish properly.
She just moved.
Quickly.
Rushing after him as he turned and kept going down the hallway like nothing just happened, like leaving two broken bodies behind was just another step in his plan.
And without thinking anymore, Anya followed.
After they disappeared, someone stepped into the scene, Draco and his men.
One of his men bent down to check the two men, "They are dead sir.... Anya couldn’t have done this alone, she must have had plenty of help."