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In the superior single ward, Italy.

Ethen was peeling an apple, juggling a Swiss Army knife in his hand. The peel was evenly cut into one piece. The bottom of it had fallen steadily into the trash can. He asked without looking up, "Vincent, you didn't intentionally get hurt just to hand all those businesses to me, did you?"

Seemingly in a casual manner, he actually slowed down slightly in peeling.

In less than a day, the Scavos had knew Vincent was shot in Italy. Knowing that Vincent's injury was so serious to attend to his official duties, they handed over all matters in Italy to Ethen by Vincent's request.

More than a decade ago, when Ethen was still a child, Vincent had become the head of the family. Although Ethen was unconvinced, he had an instinctive fear and dread towards Vincent. One could see no innocence and harmlessness of young men in Vincent. When he stared at someone with his dark eyes, he was like a vulture that was aiming at carrion, arousing one's fear and panic.