"Ethan."
A cold voice echoed.
Ethan Coates turned and knocked out several people at the scene with a swift step.
"Bang!"
In front of the truck, a long arm reached out, causing a whirlwind to blow.
The truck hit a support spot, and the front of the truck slowly twisted into a strange angle.
At the spot held by the palm, there was a deep handprint.
The driver abandoned the truck in the instant when the glass shattered, his dress was tightly wrapped all over his body, even his face was tightly covered without any gaps.
The person was very confident.
If not confident, who would dare to come to such a place to kill.
Seeing the other's dress, Ethan Coates also revealed a serious expression.
"Young Master Hawthorne, they're coming for you."
"I can see that."
Len Hawthorne dusted off the debris on his body, a murderous intent hidden in his sinister cold smile.
The other side was also very vigilant.
Ethan Coates found the best spot and watched the person closely.
*
"Meow."