At that moment the family stared at Ethan, their shocked expressions morphing into uneasy glances at one another. The eldest son, seated closest to the family head, clenched his fists, but before he could speak, Ethan's calm, calculated voice cut through the room like a blade.
"That's right," Ethan said, his tone sharp and unwavering.
"I defeated every single one of your men. And now you'll deal with the consequences of daring to cross someone like me."
Upon hearing what Ethan just said the head of the family, a middle-aged man with a broad frame and a thin layer of arrogance etched into his every gesture, threw his head back in laughter.
He couldn't believe what he just heard, a nobody just walked into his house to utter nonsense.
"You?"
He sneered, wiping a tear from his eye.