Mr Falcone Arrives

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---Next Day--

Arnold Falcone and his goons arrived in London, going straight to his daughter's house. As he entered, the air hung heavy with tension. Unsurprisingly, he was met with the unexpected sight of Ethan and Catherine snuggling on the couch.

The atmosphere in the room grew palpably awkward as Arnold's stern expression softened into a mix of confusion and concern. Clearing his throat, he asked Catherine, "What is the meaning of this, Catherine?"

Catherine, taken aback by her father's sudden entrance, quickly disentangled herself from Ethan. With a hint of frustration, she replied, "Dad, this isn't what it looks like. Ethan saved my life! He's not using me."

"Catherine, there is no place for you to talk!" Arnold Falcone sat up straight and stared straight at Catherine.

"But this is my home!" Catherine's eyes turned red. "You always do! That's why I left America! Mommy, too!"

After saying that, Catherine ran directly into her room and shut the door.

There was another long silence in the living room. Arnold Falcone sat on the sofa, rubbing his temples tiredly.

"Your name is Ethan, right?" After a while of silence, Arnold Falcone looked at Ethan and asked.

"No matter what your purpose is, leave here. For the sake of saving my daughter, I won't pursue anything." Arnold Falcone said lightly.

Ethan frowned. He hated the arrogance of these big men.

"Listen," Ethan said coldly, "I don't care about your ridiculous threats. You can't even imagine my abilities. You can't hurt me at all."

Ethan quickly drew the symbol "Axie" with his hand to prove his ability.

A few white lights flashed in the eyes of the men standing behind Arnold Falcone.

Then, a strong man took out his pistol uncontrollably and stuffed it into his mouth. He was horrified and sweaty, but he still couldn't control himself to open the safety of the gun with his thumb.

His hands were shaking violently, but he couldn't control his body. He stared desperately at his finger and slowly put it on the trigger.

The other men were not so relaxed. The two men with Thompson submachine guns had already aimed the Thompson submachine gun at Arnold Falcone's head.

Arnold Falcone looked at everything in front of him with a gloomy expression. He was very unaccustomed to being threatened like this.

Usually, anyone who dared to offend Arnold Falcone so much was now at the bottom of the Hudson.

Although he knew that he would not be able to hurt Ethan, Arnold Falcone stubbornly touched his gun, and he did not allow himself to admit defeat so readily.

"Mr. Falcone, I advise you not to do this." Ethan's eyes flashed dangerously.

"Enough is enough; you all stop!" Catherine, who had been secretly observing the situation, couldn't bear it anymore and ran out of the room to try to stop the two's crazy behavior.

But Catherine's intervention had no effect, and the two were still staring at each other like cowboys about to duel.

"Stop your trick! Ethan!" Catherine knew she couldn't convince her stubborn father, so she turned her head and began to persuade Ethan.

Ethan didn't intend to hurt Arnold Falcone and his party. Looking at Catherine, who kept giving him glances, Ethan was the first to lift the spell.

Several of Arnold Falcone's subordinates finally regained control of their bodies. The strong man with the pistol in his mouth hurriedly pulled the gun out of his mouth.

At this moment, the eyes of some of the men who looked at Ethan were already full of fear. These people had also seen a lot of magic with Arnold Falcone.

But the experience of watching other people cast magic is entirely different from that of magic being cast on oneself.

"Dad, I called you to deal with Kim! I didn't ask you to fight each other!" Catherine angrily reminded Arnold Falcone.

"Kim is not a problem; he's just a little hooligan in London!" Arnold Falcone waved his hand impatiently. As the underground emperor of New York, he never took Kim seriously.

From Arnold Falcone's point of view, Kim Bing was a hooligan with a lot of luck, and he can't compare to an old-fashioned gangster family like himself.

"You will come back to New York with us tonight. The same is true of you, be a lawyer in New York. Many of your uncles and aunts are involved in lawsuits and need your help." Arnold Falcone's old habits were hard to change, so he waved his hand and arranged for Catherine.

Catherine's face turned red with anger at a speed visible to the naked eye. "I will not live the life you arranged for me! I will not defend my criminal relatives! I am not a criminal lawyer," Catherine shouted angrily.

Catherine hated the life her father had planned for her most.

"Oh? Really? Then why do you still ask your criminal father for help when you are in danger?" Arnold Falcone said to Catherine with a weird smile.

Catherine's face turned red again. She was indeed at a loss on this point. Catherine opened her mouth and was about to say something.

Suddenly, a suspicion of extreme danger took over Ethan's body.

Before he could think more, Ethan kicked the coffee table in front of him, and it quickly slammed into the sofa where Arnold Falcone was sitting, knocking it over.

Arnold Falcone slanted and turned to the side.

Everyone was caught off guard. No one thought Ethan would suddenly attack like this, and even Catherine was surprised.

Accompanied by Catherine's screams, several of Arnold's men roared towards Ethan. Although they feared Ethan's spells, they would not hesitate to offer sacrifices to protect Arnold Falcone. A crackling sound of glass alarmed everyone in the room, and a blood flower bloomed on Arnold Falcone's arm.

"There are snipers!" Catherine's screams filled the apartment.

Arnold Falcone's subordinates were all very talented, and they dragged Falcone behind the wall right away.

Ethan hid behind the window, his eyes locked on the building opposite Catherine's apartment.

The building was still under construction, and it was dark inside.

He quickly locked the position where the sniper had just shot and carefully searched the floor where the sniper was located.

Soon, Ethan caught a fast-moving target.

The distance between the two buildings was too far, and Ethan could not guarantee that his crossbow would hit him with a single strike, and it was too dangerous to let go of a sniper.

Without hesitation, Ethan fired a fiery fire spell at the opposite building.

A bright fireball flew extremely fast from Catherine's apartment towards the building.

"What is this? Flare?" This was the sniper's last thought.

Because the explosion quickly filled the floor where the sniper was located, black and red flames shot out from the space of the window, and the sniper was burned to ashes by the fierce fire almost instantly.

The black-red flames originally wanted to spread upwards, but strangely, the fire seemed to be restrained by something and quickly retracted.

This is the result of Ethan quickly using an anti-curse for fear of being noticed by too many people.

The highly fierce flames didn't take long to dissipate immediately, leaving only the scorched smell in the air.

Citizens on the nearby streets heard the explosion, looked up but found that nothing had happened, and rubbed their ears in confusion, suspecting that they had auditory hallucinations.