Fighting To Cooperate With Him

Ethan appeared suddenly, surprising the eight henchmen who quickly surrounded him.

"Halt, who are you?! Do you know where you are?!" the leader, a large man, demanded sternly. Others had already taken out their guns and pointed at Ethan. One word, and he would be shot from all angles before he could even move an inch.

Ethan didn't reply. When he was about five meters away, he gently tapped the ground with his toes and flew like an arrow, leaping towards the eight men. This was the first time they had seen anything like that. Their guns froze in their hands and before they could react, he was already there. 

The henchmen didn't have time to react. Their pistols were near their chests, but at such close range, they had no chance to draw them. One tried to raise his fists, but Ethan's punch shattered his bones, causing excruciating pain.

From a distance, it looked like Ethan defied gravity. He moved through the eight men while in mid-air, performing a 360-degree somersault like a black tornado. Ethan's hands and feet made contact with the henchmen's fists, palms, chests, and stomachs.

In a flash, the eight men were on the ground, nailed to it. They let out cries of pain, their expressions twisted in agony.

The leader, feeling his bones shatter, knew he was facing a formidable opponent. In a cold sweat, he reached for his walkie-talkie to call for help. Suddenly, Ethan kicked him in the face, smashing the walkie-talkie. The leader's head tilted, and blood gushed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. His skull was severely depressed, and he died instantly.

The remaining seven, witnessing this gruesome scene, were terrified. The young man before them maintained a faint smile, resembling a fiend from hell.

Cold sweat dripped from the seven men as they stared at Ethan, too frightened to move.

Ethan, satisfied with the result, felt no guilt for killing the underworld member. The lives he had taken could stack as high as a skyscraper.

"I'm in a rush, so I won't waste time. Tell me where Simon and Mikey are right now, and you can go. If not, I'll help you disappear."

Ethan's casual tone sounded like he was asking for a lighter, but to the seven men, "disappear" sounded like a death sentence.

Mary held the phone tightly on the other hand. She knew that Ethan was going to kill all of them. How else he was going to win her freedom? But to think that he was so formidable that he could kill one of them and make others shiver while talking to her leisurely. And he could still maintain that sweet smile on his face that left a shiver down his spine too.

She was relieved that he was her friend. He would stand with her. Because she could never imagine Ethan as his enemy. She held her breath as she heard the groans and screams of others full of pain.

"Are you alright?" The word left her mouth before she could stop herself. She did not want to be a burden when he was fighting so many people for her. Yes, for her! She would not think otherwise.

"I am. But they are not," he whispered casually and she rolled her eyes. She could imagine that cute smile on his face even when he was talking about the death of others as if he was talking about the weather. 

"And I am not sure how long they are going to stay alive if they continue to waste my time," he added with a slight curl of his lips. The look on his face was no less than a grim reaper. They all shivered with fear and forgot the rage and pain they were suffering. 

"I. I will tell you." one of them stood up. "Master Simon in his room. While the lord could be in his room or the library." said the one biting his lips so that he did not groan while confessing. 

"No, no, Master Simon would be in his playroom beside his room." the other tried to push him away and spoke hurriedly. After that, Ethan would already start killing the rest of them since they were not required anymore.

"Yes, let me tell you how to get there." the third announced as he held his knee where Ethan had kicked him, he could only thank god for not being the leader at that moment. "You would take the left from the stairs and then the second last room on the second floor," he explained in detail.

"There would be many other guards in that area. It would be best if you climbed the balconies instead. Let me tell you.." the last one shouted trying his best to contribute. Not a single one showed loyalty toward Mikey like the first person he had met. The thought brought a smile to Ethan's lips. 

Competing to cooperate, they quickly revealed the locations of Simon and Mikey. Ethan knocked them unconscious and tossed them aside. They wouldn't wake up before Ethan finished his task.

Ethan, familiar with silent infiltration, moved swiftly and silently, blending with the night. He had memorized the residence's layout and quickly located his targets.

Simon was in his room, but Mikey's location was uncertain. He was either in his study or the living room.

Ethan leaped over two balconies, knocking out four bodyguards without a sound, and reached the third floor. It was 10 PM, and the room was brightly lit.

The tree shadows made Ethan blend in under the moonlight. As the cold wind lifted the curtain slightly, Ethan saw into the room.

Inside the luxurious bedroom was Simon. He was unaware of Ethan's presence outside. Simon, with an evil face, was doing something despicable.

On the bed was a pale woman bound in a star shape with black lacy stockings. Her limbs were marked from being strapped tightly. Her white skin was bruised, showing she had been mistreated.

Her hair was disheveled from struggling, her red face looked coquettish, and her mouth was gagged with panties. She could only make muffled cries.

Seeing her, Ethan felt a familiarity. She was the woman who had tried to seduce him at a bar and she was the one who had introduced Mary to him. He knew at that moment that she wanted cold revenge by making him stand against Simon. But now, Simon has her.

Simon stood naked, surrounded by various sex toys and lubricants, which soaked the bed sheets. He was thin, indulging in debauchery too often, and his little brother was limp and lifeless.

Ethan observed with a calm demeanor, ready to confront Simon and Mikey next.