LRAB Chapter 215
Chapter 215
At that moment the three men staggered to their feet, still reeling from their defeat. Their faces were pale, a mix of fear and disbelief written across them. One of them, clutching his bruised side, stared at Ethan with wide eyes.
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded, his voice trembling but laced with defiance.
"You're strong, but you're no match for our boss."
The leader, still shaking from his earlier shock, pointed a trembling finger at Ethan.
"You don't know what you've done," he hissed. Read new adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
"You've put yourself in serious trouble. Our boss doesn't forgive challenges like this. He'll kill you."
However Ethan stood tall, his expression calm and unbothered. He looked at them as though their words were a mild inconvenience. "That's exactly why I'm here," he said, his voice steady and deliberate. "I don't want to drag this out. I'd rather settle it once and for all."
Upon hearing what Ethan just said.
The men exchanged uneasy glances, realizing Ethan wasn't bluffing. His tone carried no fear, no hesitation—just an unshakable determination that sent a chill down their spines. For the first time, they wondered if their boss might not have the upper hand after all.
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The elegant dining room was quiet.
except for the soft clinking sound of cutlery. The boss, a young man with sharp features and an air of authority, sat at the head of the table. His gaze flicked to the ornate clock on the wall, his brow furrowing slightly.
"They should've been back by now," he murmured, his tone calm but carrying an undercurrent of irritation.
Across from him, his sister sat gracefully, her posture perfect as she delicately picked at her food. She glanced at him, sensing the tension. Her presence radiated elegance, but her eyes held a quiet strength. She was the reason the men had been sent out—her honor had been insulted, and the offender had dared to try to force himself on her.
"You worry too much," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm. "They'll return. They always do."
The boss didn't respond immediately, his eyes narrowing as he took a sip of wine.
"If they don't return any minutes, it means something went wrong," he said, his tone cold. "And if something went wrong, it means whoever crossed them is still alive."
"Here I thought I could keep playing dead until I was ready. Hide in the shadows, rebuild. But look at that—discovered by the very man who tried to kill me."
At that moment the boss leaned back in his chair, his breathing uneven as he tried to process what was happening. Ethan, alive and standing before him, wasn't just a twist of fate—it was a nightmare.
Then the boss rose from his chair, his movements deliberate but filled with tension. His sister's brow furrowed as she watched him, sensing something deeply wrong. She turned to him, her voice cautious but firm.
"Do you know him?" she asked, gesturing toward Ethan.
The boss's jaw tightened as he glanced at her, his gaze cold.
"He shouldn't be alive," he said flatly.
"Ethan should be dead."
Ethan's smirk widened, but his eyes were sharp.
"Oh, I remember that much," he said, his voice calm yet edged with mockery.
"But let's not pretend this is a surprise for either of us. So, tell me—who sent you? Not that I don't already know."
However the boss didn't respond. His face hardened, and instead of words, his hand moved swiftly. From seemingly nowhere, he produced a sleek katana, its blade gleaming under the dining room lights.
Without hesitation, he swung it in a controlled motion, unleashing a powerful wind blade that surged toward Ethan like a tempest.
The attack tore through the air, sharp and lethal.
Immediately gasps erupted from the men and the boss's sister, who froze in place, unable to comprehend the sudden violence. The wind-like force closed in on Ethan, threatening to tear him apart.
But then, it stopped.
Ethan raised his hand and casually snapped his fingers. The wind blade dissipated instantly, the energy vanishing as if it had never existed. The room fell into stunned silence, the sheer impossibility of what had just happened sinking in.
At that moment Ethan lowered his hand, his expression calm as he looked at the boss. "I'd prefer we talk."