Chapter 800

Zayn's hands were impressive. It was slender, with well-defined joints and just the proper amount of calluses on his fingertips, giving them a distinctly masculine energy. It would be a total waste to use his flawless hands to strip these disgusting old men. He had intended to teach them a lesson personally, but the notion of undressing them made his stomach churn. Hence, he decided to let his assistant handle the dirty work. "Strip them!" Liam enjoyed tasks like these. He flashed a bright smile at Casper and the rest. It was rare to see him smile so happily, but his smile carried no warmth. All they felt was a bone-chilling coldness as if the devil himself had come from hell and was baring his sharp fangs at them. "Mr. Morris, Mr. Webster, and Mr. Harding… Let me help you get those clothes off…" As Liam reached his hands out, the three men felt vulnerable and helpless. They wanted to cry and resist, but they didn't dare. They were terrified of death. They knew how terrifying Za