By the time Officer Miller registered the threat, the situation had already shifted. Liam Livingston closed the distance with blurring speed, moving with precision forged in a life far from domestic servitude. His leg snapped upward, heel connecting with the gunman’s wrist and sending the pistol clattering across the marble.
Before the weapon hit the floor, Liam followed with a devastating right hook. It was a calculated kinetic transfer to the temple, making a sickeningly wet sound. The man’s eyes rolled back instantly, and he collapsed with the dead weight of wet cement.
Silence, heavy and suffocating, blanketed the grand hall of the bank. It hung there for a heartbeat, two heartbeats, before the crowd’s collective gasp shattered it.
"He... he dropped him with one punch?" someone whis
