Chapter 456 The garbage

Enrique strutted around like he owned the place, making Gerald and the crew both pissed and jittery. Dude had some serious muscle, no doubt, and it was hard not to be a little freaked out.

But Ethan? Man, he’d seen all of Enrique’s tricks before and wasn’t impressed. With Ethan chillin’ there, Gerald’s fam started to feel a bit braver.

"Mr. Coleman’s got some beef to settle. If you’re not in on it, scram!" Jimmy barked at the crowd, trying to scare off the rubberneckers who’d gathered to watch the drama.

Riding on Enrique’s rep, Jimmy strutted around like he was the man himself.

Enrique was a big deal in Bankgok, no doubt. When Jimmy shouted, the crowd scattered like roaches, not wanting any part of it.

Ethan was a bit surprised when even the prison guards, who’d come out to see what was up, turned white and bolted back behind the iron gate, locking it up tight. That showed just how much pull Enrique had in Bankgok.

"Is there any justice left? Even the prison guards are scared of this jerk. How are regular folks supposed to live?" Emily’s face went pale, and she started crying, freaked out by the whole scene.

"Here’s the deal: say sorry now, get out of Bankgok, and maybe I’ll let you off easy!" Enrique was loving the power trip and threw a smug threat Ethan’s way.

"I thought you were just a jerk, but now I see you’re the trash of Bankgok. Don’t you think someone like you deserves to be taken out?" Ethan sighed, shaking his head. Enrique’s arrogance was laughable to him, but he knew if he were just some regular guy, he’d be in deep trouble. That got him fired up.

"What did you just say?" Enrique’s grin vanished, and his face twisted with rage. "Did you just call me trash?"

"Boss, do you want him alive or dead?" Jimmy sneered at Ethan, looking to Enrique for the call, like Ethan was already toast.

"He called me trash in Bankgok." Enrique’s face contorted, then he suddenly burst out laughing. "Yeah, I’m trash in Bankgok. So what? If you wanna die, I’ll make it happen."

With that, Jimmy signaled his crew. About fifty guys moved in, ready to pounce on Ethan and the gang.

"Beat him and Jared to a pulp. I want them to suffer for the rest of their lives, so they know who runs Bankgok..." Enrique was already picturing Ethan and Jared’s miserable fate, laughing even harder. But before he could finish, something wild happened.

A chorus of screams erupted. The fifty thugs, who’d looked so tough, all hit the ground before they could even get close. Their legs and feet were pierced by shiny silver needles, leaving them writhing in pain.

Ethan didn’t even break a sweat dealing with those low-level thugs. A few dozen silver needles, and boom, the whole scene flipped in an instant.

On Enrique’s side, the only ones still standing were Enrique, Jimmy, and Bradley, plus Laura, who was begging for Jared’s life.

Everyone else, including Gerald’s family, was just standing there, jaws on the floor, totally stunned by what just went down.

"Looks like your crew’s pretty useless, Mr. Coleman. If you wanna go toe-to-toe in ruthlessness, I promise you won’t be disappointed. I don’t know if you’ve ever offed anyone yourself, but I’ve taken out more than a few scumbags like you, and you won’t be the last," Ethan said, cool as a cucumber, while Enrique turned ghostly pale.

"What the hell happened? Did you do this?" Enrique’s legs went wobbly, and he almost hit the ground. He took a couple of steps back, staring at Ethan like he was seeing a ghost, trying to wrap his head around what just happened.

"A martial artist! He’s gotta be a martial artist!" Jimmy, seeing the silver needles sticking out of his fallen buddies, finally put two and two together and nervously whispered to Enrique.

"See, even your sidekick’s got more brains than you," Ethan smirked, teasing Enrique.

"A martial artist?" Enrique’s eyes went wide, but the fear in them started to fade a bit.

"How can a mere martial artist scare you like this?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, acting all casual.

"So you’re a martial artist. Think I wouldn’t recognize one? My dad, Ivan Coleman, has a martial artist bodyguard. If you lay a finger on me, my dad won’t let you off the hook," Enrique shot back, trying to sound tough by name-dropping his dad.

Enrique was no dummy. He knew dealing with Ethan wasn’t gonna be as easy as he thought. But that didn’t mean he was ready to throw in the towel.

"I already told you, I’m right here. Use whatever you’ve got, call whoever you want. Don’t say I didn’t give you a fair shot; our bet still stands," Ethan reminded him with a grin.

"Mr. Coleman, your dad’s got a martial artist bodyguard, right? This guy’s tricky. Why not let the martial artist handle him?" Jimmy, still shaking in his boots, suggested to Enrique.

"Fine, just wait. I don’t believe I can’t deal with you!" Enrique hesitated for a second before whipping out his phone to call Ivan.

There’s a saying in Bankgok: by day, the city belongs to the Collins Family, and by night, it’s the Coleman Family’s turf. Even the chief of police, Gary Collins, had to listen to Ivan because Ivan was Gary’s father-in-law.

When Ivan heard that a martial artist was giving Enrique trouble, he lost it. He called up his high-priced martial artist bodyguard and headed straight for Bankgok Prison.

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