The chief gave Ethan an appreciative nod, turning to the stunned officer and instructor with a smirk.“You two really picked the wrong ‘kid’ to mess with,” he said, chuckling.“This is no ordinary young man. Ethan here is the heir of the Elliot family—a trillionaire, to be precise.”The instructor’s face went slack, his jaw dropping. He looked between Ethan and the chief, his face pale with disbelief.“Wait… what?” he stammered, blinking as if he’d seen a ghost. “A trillionaire? This kid?”Ethan crossed his arms, a small smirk forming on his face.“Surprise,” he said casually, tilting his head slightly.“Turns out the ‘little punk’ you punched is worth a bit more than you thought.”The officer, still kneeling, turned a desperate shade of green.“Chief, I… I had no idea! I swear, I thought he was just… a college kid,” he babbled, trying to save face. “Ethan… Mr. Elliot… sir… I was… uh… just… testing your resilience!”“Oh, so assault was your way of giving me a resilience test?” Ethan
Sanaya greeted me with relief and thanks shining on her face."Thank you, Ethan. Really, for challenging that instructor. I never would have had the confidence to accomplish it by myself. But to you, I can at last feel comfortable here."Ethan grinned and waved it aside. "It's nothing, really.These days, the school is a safe venue. You ought to be able to study without regard to fear."She smiled, her eyes brilliant. Indeed, lastingly! Girls who like me won't have to worry about that weirdo any longer. She stopped, her face becoming reflective."How about me thanking you with a drink purchase? Least I can do is this.""Drinks are on you?" Ethan nodded, following along."That is an invitation I cannot refuse now.Sanaya ordered several drinks and flashed a lighthearted grin as they settled at the bar. And no arguments—these drinks are on me.Ethan nodded, laughed."All right, you twisted my arm."Clinking drinks, they savored the vibrant scene and laughter filling the pub. But their jo
"How dare you to punch me," the gangster’s shock quickly turned to fury.He wiped a trickle of blood from his lip, a dark glint in his eyes, and whistled sharply. "Do you know who I am?" He clenched his teeth. "Yes a bastard." With a smirk, Ethan answered back."I am the Marvol, Black snake Mafia group." Almost right away, several guys jumped up from nearby tables and crowded around Ethan.One of the gangster's bodyguards stepped forward and clenched his hands. "Are you okay, boss?"As Marvol ran his hand over his hurt jaw, he laughed.The sound was deep and scary. He laughed and looked at Ethan with a mean look in his eyes."Oh, I'm better than good," he said. "Stop this jerk." He should have known what would happen if he crossed me.Two of Marvol's men grabbed Ethan by the arms and threw him to the ground.Ethan struggled and looked boldly at Marvol as his muscles tensed up.At that moment, Marvol leaned in close and smiled."You really thought you could handle me, right?""Thou
It was tense in the bar, and there was a strange silence as Marvol clenched his hands and looked at Ethan with narrowed eyes."What did you say to me?" Marvol hissed, and his anger was clear. "You dare say it again."Marvol's anger didn't bother Ethan; he just smiled. "I told you to open your hands." Or are you too scared?" He laughed in a calm voice. "You're not really a man, are you?"That was all it took. Marvol swung his fist and hit Ethan in the jaw with a hard punch. Ethan tripped and fell, but he got up quickly and wiped a small amount of blood from his lip. After that, he spat on Marvol's face right away.Ethan made fun of him and said, "You should be ashamed of yourself calling yourself a man.Your outfit might look better if you wore a dress, lipstick, and a baby's pacifier.That would work better for you.”Marvol's angry face changed shape. "You little worm, you've hurt my feelings now. You have no idea who you're in touch with. Your boss won't let you leave here alive."He
“WHERE IS THE BASTARD?” The mafia boss yelled.The pub grew silent as the doors swung open, and in stepped the mafia boss, his dark eyes sweeping the room like a storm on the horizon."Boss, here is the bastard." With a wave of his hand, the usual ruckus ceased, patrons scrambling to clear the space. But Marvol, standing with a smirk plastered across his face, interjected.“Boss, let everyone stay and watch,” he said, his voice laced with malice. “Let them see what happens when anyone dares to disrespect us. It'll make sure they never forget."The boss considered Marvol's suggestion with a cold grin and nodded, allowing the crowd to remain as an audience to the grim spectacle. He approached Ethan, who was doing his best to remain composed, though his eyes betrayed a flash of fear.Without warning, the boss grabbed Ethan’s collar, jerking him forward with enough force to knock the breath out of him. His grip was iron; Ethan felt every bit of the boss’s dominance as their faces cam
Anton Vargas, boss of the gang was hearing the other person very carefully on the phone. The room was tense. He began to sweat on his face, and his once-confident smirk turned into pure fear.His voice was shaking as he stuttered, "Y-yes... understood."As soon as the call finished, he was frozen in place.Everyone just stared in shock.Anton was very cocky just a moment ago, but now he looked like he was about to be put to death.He slowly turned to look at Ethan, but his face was pale.Anton got down on his knees and bowed his head, which shocked everyone.In a shaky voice, he begged Mr. Ethan, "Please forgive me.I had no idea... I didn't know—"There were whispers in the room. Anton's right-hand man, Marvol, blinked in shock."What the hell are you doing, boss?What a kid!"Anton gave him a look that was so intense that it made him stop talking.He yelled, "Shut up, Marvol!"He put his hands together and looked back at Ethan. "Please, sir. Don't punish me. I will do anything to fix
Anton sat back on his heels and wiped his forehead with a towel. "He's not the king." He said almost to himself,"He's worse."The bar fell silent as Lucas Nelson, the infamous "Cobra," bowed deeply before Ethan Elliot.Every eye in the room widened in disbelief, and the air grew thick with tension.Lucas’s voice, usually sharp and commanding, was humble, almost trembling."Young Master Elliot," Lucas said, his head lowered. "Forgive this disrespect. These fools—" he gestured to Anton and Marvol, who were now cowering on the floor—"didn’t know who they were dealing with."Ethan raised an eyebrow, his expression cool and detached."I can see that, Lucas. You let this kind of garbage represent you?"Lucas’s face flushed with shame."Never again, Young Master. I swear they’ll regret ever being born."Anton, trembling, crawled forward on his knees."Boss, I swear I didn’t know! Please, I didn’t mean any harm!"Lucas’s face darkened, and without warning, he kicked Anton in the ribs, sendin
The stress could be felt in the bar. Lucas Nelson, better known as "Cobra," knelt next to his whining assistant Anton and bowed his head in shame. His vibe, which was usually sharp and scary, had changed into that of a man who was begging for forgiveness. Marvol, who was so proud before, was now lying on the floor with his face on the sticky wood.As Lucas looked at Marvol, his voice was a mix of anger and respect. "Your family's security guard? Small amounts of money for the Elliots. Idiot!""The whole thing wouldn't even make up 0.1% of their business interests.”When Marvol realized how bad his mistake was, he started to cry and hit the floor over and over with his face. "Please excuse me, young Master Elliot! Do not waste my life! I promise I didn't know! I had no idea!"Ethan leaned back against the bar and sipped his soda with a cool air about him. He looked at the man who was groveling with a cold, bored look. "Didn’t know?" When Ethan said it again, his voice was calm b