Chapter 533 The High-Profile Ethan
Ethan's eyes darted over to the dingy three-story motel across the street from the bar.
"Man, those Cross Christianity dudes are such jerks. They took over the whole motel, and now we're stuck crashing in this dump."
"Shut it, man. If any of those Cross Christianity guys hear you, you're toast."
Ethan smirked, eavesdropping on the bar chatter. Looked like Alexander's info was spot on; the Cross Christianity crew was holed up in that motel.
If it weren't for that so-called treasure and his promise to Bennit, Ethan would've already found Herman and bailed from this hellhole.
About half an hour later, Angela finally showed up at the bar. She'd managed to find the place thanks to Ethan's directions.
But Angela, all dolled up in her business attire, stuck out like a sore thumb, drawing every pair of eyes in the joint.
The boozed-up guys quickly shifted their gaze from her outfit to her face. A hot chick was always a good way to get the testosterone flowing.
"Hey, you looking for a guy? How about I buy you a drink, and you're mine for the night?" A beefy dude elbowed his way through the crowd, grinning as he tried to wrap an arm around Angela's waist.
Angela's face scrunched up in disgust, but before she could do anything, the beefy dude got shoved back.
"Back off," Ethan growled, stepping in front of Angela.
"You wanna go, punk?" The beefy dude snarled, cocking his fist to teach Ethan a lesson.
Some of the onlookers whistled, thinking Ethan was about to get his ass handed to him. But what happened next left everyone slack-jawed. Ethan stopped the dude's punch with just one finger, and the guy's face went pale like he'd seen a ghost.
"Why'd you pick a dump like this?" Angela snapped, clearly annoyed.
"I like to keep things simple," Ethan chuckled, then kicked the beefy dude in the gut, sending him flying out of the bar.
The bar's wooden door shattered into pieces.
"Sorry about that. This should cover the door," Ethan said, tossing a few hundred bucks onto the bar counter.
Everyone stared at Ethan, stunned. They realized this seemingly scrawny guy was a total badass, and no one dared mess with Angela now.
"What the hell is this about?" Angela glared at Ethan.
Ethan shrugged, "I don't like beating around the bush. You're here for that item, right? Just tell everyone straight up that we want it."
Everyone in the bar was floored. "Is this dude nuts? He actually wants to go up against Cross Christianity and Hellfire for the item," they whispered among themselves.
Angela yanked Ethan out of the bar and into a quiet corner, fuming. "What if your big mouth blows your cover?"
"What cover?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, looking amused.
Angela was momentarily speechless. Ethan didn't give a damn about exposure, but she sure did.
"Alright, it's not as complicated as you think. I just found out there's a relic nearby. They're still hunting for its exact spot. Something called the Grail," Ethan said, noticing Angela's frustration and deciding to spill the beans.
Angela frowned. Only three groups had the muscle to go after this relic: Cross Christianity, Hellfire, and some mercenary outfit. They were probably still combing the area for it.
"Since you know this, why make such a scene? It's just the two of us. You want them to come after us?" Angela snapped, clearly annoyed.
"What are you scared of? The toughest guy in this town is just a Half-Step Grandmaster. I can take 'em all on. No sweat," Ethan said, shrugging it off.
"No way. Master-level experts are definitely gonna show up. This is a magical artifact, not some trinket," Angela warned.
"How about we make a bet?" Ethan asked, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"A bet on what?" Angela asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Let's bet on whether I can snag the Grail before they do," Ethan said, brimming with confidence.
"Are you serious? We don't even have a clue where it is. If those three teams have master-level experts, we'll get busted the second we get close!" Angela scoffed.
"Don't you trust me? What if I actually pull it off?" Ethan asked, looking a bit hurt.
"If you can really do it, then whatever you say goes," Angela replied, rolling her eyes.
"Are you sure? How about you marry me then?" Ethan asked with a cheeky grin.
"We're talking business, and you're joking with me!" Angela blushed, clearly pissed.
Ethan suggested, "How about a kiss then?"
"Fine, if you can really do it, whatever you say goes. But what if you can't?" Angela shot back, almost fuming.
Ethan replied confidently, "If I can't, then whatever you say goes. I'll do whatever you want."
"Just remember what you said!" Angela glared at Ethan. As soon as she finished speaking, he started walking out of town.
"Wait, where are you going?" Angela called after him.
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