HBWnovel Chapter 217
Chapter 217
At that moment Ethan's phone buzzed in his hand as he stepped over the shattered remains of the mansion's entrance. He answered with a calm yet firm tone.
"Get a secure vehicle here now. The boss is alive, but he needs to be moved immediately."
The line went silent for a moment before his second-in-command responded, "On it, boss. ETA ten minutes."
Ethan ended the call and looked back at the three men dressed in black. They were still kneeling, their foreheads practically pressed to the ground. One of them, the youngest, raised his head slightly, his voice trembling.
"Please... spare him. Spare our master."
The older one spoke next, his tone more controlled but laced with desperation.
"We'll do anything you ask. Just don't take his life."
However Ethan's gaze didn't waver, his expression unreadable. "Anything?"@@@@
he said, his voice calm yet heavy with intent.
"Yes," the oldest man replied quickly.
"We'll follow your orders. No betrayal. No hesitation."
Hearing what they just said.
Ethan folded his arms, studying them for a moment. Loyalty bought out of fear isn't real loyalty, he thought, but he saw something else in their eyes—an edge of respect.
"You want to stay alive?" Ethan said finally.
"Then prove you're worth keeping. Follow my rules, or you're out. Permanently."
The men exchanged glances, then bowed even lower.
"We're in," they said in unison, their voices resolute.
Ethan nodded, signaling to his arriving gang as the rumble of heavy vehicles echoed in the driveway.
The more he read, the clearer it became. The Silver family isn't just about money—they're about control. And if they're tied to the G-Circle, this is just the tip of the iceberg.
Ethan glanced at the clock, the quiet ticking a reminder of how much time he had.
He closed the file, his jaw tightening.
"If they think these contracts will scare me off, they don't know who they're dealing with," he said to the empty room.
Standing, he ran a hand through his hair, his resolve hardening.
"I'll dismantle this piece by piece if I have to. But first, I need more answers."
The quiet estate seemed to echo his thoughts as he turned off the light and left the study, his mind already strategizing his next move.
The morning sunlight filtered faintly through the gaps in the blinds at the gang's hideout.
*
Ethan sat calmly in a chair, arms crossed, his sharp eyes fixed on the unconscious figure of the boss lying on the cot. The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic beeping of a monitor and the occasional muffled voices from outside.
The boss stirred, his fingers twitching before his eyelids fluttered open. His gaze darted around the unfamiliar room before landing on Ethan, who sat silently, watching him. A flicker of shock crossed the boss's face as he realized he was still alive.
"I'm... not dead?" he rasped, his voice hoarse. His surprise quickly turned to bitterness as he struggled to sit up, wincing at the pain in his body.
"Why didn't you just finish the job?"
Ethan remained seated, his expression calm but unreadable. "You'd rather I kill you?" he asked, his voice low and steady.
At that moment the boss let out a bitter laugh, his eyes narrowing.
"I don't know what game you're playing, but it's pointless. They'll come for me anyway. Might as well get it over with."
However Ethan leaned forward slightly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "How much?"
The boss blinked, confused. "What?"
Ethan's gaze didn't waver. "How much was placed on my head?"