Chapter 457 Just a Half-Step Grandmaster
Killing someone? Piece of cake for Ethan, and Enrique? That dude had it coming. The folks in Bankgok couldn't stand him, which meant he was up to no good. Ethan wouldn't lose any sleep over taking him out.
But Ethan wasn't rushing it. He wanted to use Enrique to blow the lid off all the dirty players behind him and clean house. Only then could Bankgok chill and get back to being awesome.
Anywhere else, Ethan wouldn't give a damn. There's too much crap in the world to fix it all. But Bankgok? That's Jessie's turf, and the Smith Family's home base.
"Just wait, my dad's on his way," Enrique said, trying to sound tough after hanging up with Ivan.
"Hope your old man isn't as useless as these clowns. And hey, don't you have a brother-in-law who's the garrison officer here? Maybe give him a ring too," Ethan shot back, rolling his eyes.
"You think you're hot stuff, huh? A martial artist who doesn't know his place. Gary wouldn't waste his time on you," Enrique sneered.
Bankgok was under Novaria, and the garrison officer here reported directly to the governor of Novaria.
While digging into Enrique's dirt, Ethan found out about his brother-in-law Gary. The Coleman Family's rise to power in Bankgok probably had a lot to do with him.
Seeing Enrique at the prison gate, Ethan knew today was the day to settle things, and it might get the local garrison involved. So, he texted Robert, the governor of Novaria, to haul it to Bankgok Prison with his crew.
If things went smooth, they'd wrap this up by noon. Ethan didn't want to waste more time.
"Do what you gotta do, but if Gary doesn't show, this might get messy," Ethan shrugged. Robert would take at least three hours to get here from Novaria.
Ivan showed up fast. Ten minutes after the call, a Rolls-Royce Phantom rolled up and parked nearby.
When Ivan stepped out, looking all serious, Enrique relaxed a bit seeing Milton Hughes with him.
Ethan's heart skipped a beat seeing Milton. He knew Ivan, but Milton? That was a surprise. He thought Ivan might bring some average fighter, not a top-tier guy like Milton, who was on Jessie's level.
Ethan could size up Milton's strength right away, but he didn't sweat it. Unless Milton was a master, Ethan, being a Half-Step Grandmaster, could handle him.
Milton got out of the car, scanning the crowd, but his eyes locked onto Jessie.
Milton's eyes widened a bit, and he whispered something to Ivan. Ivan then shot a surprised look at Jessie.
Apparently, Milton couldn't gauge Ethan's strength or pick up anything weird about him. Instead, he zeroed in on Jessie, who seemed to be on his level.
"Dad, thank God you're here. If you hadn't shown up, I'd be in deep trouble," Enrique whined, running over to Ivan.
"I wanna see who in Bankgok's got the guts to mess with you," Ivan snorted, striding over to Jessie with Milton. "You the one causing trouble for my kid?"
Ivan's sudden question threw everyone off because he was talking to Jessie. Sure, she was part of the problem, but Ethan was the main guy stirring the pot.
"Dad, you got it wrong. It's not her; it's this guy! That woman is his mom," Enrique quickly pointed at Ethan, trying to set things straight.
Ivan frowned and scoffed, "What's the difference? If it weren't for his mom being a martial artist, would he dare to mess with you?"
Clearly, the young and seemingly harmless Ethan didn't even register on Ivan's radar.
"Mr. Enrique Coleman, you must be mistaken. Among these people, only this woman has some strength," Milton chimed in, giving Ethan a quick glance and assuming he was just some regular dude.
After all, someone as young as Ethan couldn't possibly be a top-tier expert, let alone a Half-Step Grandmaster, right?
Not just Enrique, but Jared and the others were floored. 'Wait, was it Jessie who took down fifty people just now, not Ethan?'
"Are you kidding me?" Realizing he might've been played, Enrique got pissed, thinking Jessie was more likely the martial artist than Ethan.
"Don't be so sure of yourself. My mom is a martial artist, but she didn't lift a finger just now," Ethan shrugged, almost laughing at their mistake.
"Doesn't matter who the martial artist is. Take them down. No one in Bankgok can mess with me," Ivan snorted, waving Milton forward.
"Make your move. Since you're a woman, I'll make it quick," Milton said, eyeing the thugs on the ground and the shiny silver needles, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"I don't usually fight, and besides, my son is here. No need for me to step in," Jessie shook her head, calmly refusing.
Ethan could handle this. No need for her to get involved.
"You're not qualified to mess with my mom," Ethan said, and before Milton could react, it was too late.
A scream tore from Milton's mouth as a shiny silver needle embedded itself deep in his wrist. Even though he sensed the danger, he couldn't dodge Ethan's lightning-fast move.
"You're a master level?" Milton ignored the pain, staring at Ethan in shock.
"I'm not a master level, just a Half-Step Grandmaster," Ethan grinned.
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