The directors were still standing frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief, unable to process what they had just seen. The bullet, caught effortlessly in Ethan's hand, was still glinting in the dim light.
Before they could fully comprehend the impossibility of it, the sound of multiple guns being cocked filled the warehouse.
Chaos erupted as dozens of heavily armed men stormed in, their presence overwhelming. The directors and their hired goons instinctively dropped to the floor, their weapons slipping from their hands in sheer terror.
Ethan's gang had arrived, their sheer numbers and precision making it clear this wasn't just some ragtag group.
They moved like a well-oiled machine, taking complete control of the situation. Among them, a towering figure stepped forward—Ethan's second-in-command, the leader of the gang.
He approached Ethan with purpose, bowing deeply as he reached him. "Apologies, boss,"