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Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 216 -
The boss’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Ethan counter every move with a calm precision that bordered on effortless.
Ethan stood unscathed, his gaze locked firmly on the boss.
Breathing heavily, the boss took a step back, his confidence shaken but not entirely gone. "What the hell are you?" he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with frustration.
At that moment Ethan tilted his head slightly, his voice calm yet commanding.
"I didn’t come here to fight. I want to talk."
The boss let out a bitter laugh, his composure returning just enough to mask his fear.
"Talk? Do you have any idea who I am? Who the people I work for are? You think this ends with me?"
However Ethan didn’t respond, his silence unsettling.
The boss straightened, his voice growing colder.
"Even if you manage kill me here, it won’t matter. Someone else will take my place. Someone better than me. And they’ll come for you—harder, smarter, deadlier."
His words hung in the air, heavy with menace, as he stared at Ethan, waiting for a reaction.
Upon hearing what the boss just said.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he stepped closer, his voice calm but firm. "Who are these people you’re so afraid of?"
However The boss hesitated, his gaze flickering as if weighing his options. "It’s a secret," he finally said, his tone defiant despite the tension in the room.
At that moment Ethan tilted his head, his voice steady as he spoke a single name.
"The Silver family."
Immediately the boss’s eyes widened for a split second before he quickly masked his reaction.
" It seems you know too much," he muttered, his voice low. "But it’s still a secret. Bigger than them."
At that moment Ethan’s expression darkened slightly, his calm composure giving way to a flicker of something sharper. His mind raced as he pieced things together, Serenity’s words resurfacing like a whisper in the back of his head: The G Circle.
He didn’t say anything more, but the room seemed to grow colder as his focus honed in on the implications of what he’d just uncovered.
However Ethan’s eyes remained locked on the boss as he spoke, his tone sharp and deliberate.
"The G Circle."
For a fleeting moment, the boss’s composure cracked. His eyes widened, and a flicker of fear darted across his face before he quickly masked it.
But Ethan had seen enough. That brief reaction told him everything he needed to know.
"Looks like I hit a nerve," Ethan said, his voice calm but edged with menace.
At that moment The boss snarled, his fear turning into rage. Without warning, he lunged at Ethan, his fists swinging wildly.
But Ethan was prepared. He sidestepped the first blow with ease, his movements fluid and precise.
However The second attack came faster, but Ethan countered effortlessly, delivering a swift kick to the boss’s side. The force sent him stumbling backward. Before the boss could recover, Ethan struck again, his second kick hitting his knee and bringing him to the ground.
As the boss struggled to rise, Ethan delivered the final blow—a sharp kick to his chest that sent him sprawling onto the floor, gasping for air.
Ethan stood over him, his expression calm but unyielding, while the boss lay defeated, the fight completely drained from him.
At that moment The boss gasped, clutching his stomach as the effects of the poison took hold. His smirk twisted into a grimace of pain, and Ethan’s sharp eyes caught the faint glint of the capsule he had swallowed.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," Ethan muttered under his breath, stepping forward.
"No! Stay away!" The boss’s sister suddenly screamed, her voice breaking as she rushed at Ethan with tears streaking her face.
"You killed him!" Her fists flew toward him, her grief and rage blinding her completely.
Ethan sidestepped her swing, catching her wrist with precision. "He did this to himself," Ethan said, his tone steady but cold. "I didn’t force him to swallow the poison."
"Liar!" she yelled, twisting to free herself. "You drove him to this!"
Ethan’s jaw tightened.
"If you keep this up, you’re going to join him on the floor," he warned, his patience thinning.
She lunged again, but Ethan moved quickly, delivering a precise strike to her shoulder. Her body went limp, and he caught her gently, lowering her to the ground.
"This isn’t helping anyone," he muttered, his voice quieter now.
Turning back to the boss, Ethan knelt and pulled out his staff. He hesitated for a moment.
"Why am I even bothering to save someone who wouldn’t think twice about killing me?"
He thought to himself.
But Ethan exhaled and pressed the glowing staff against the boss’s chest.
"You’re not getting off that easy," he muttered. The soft hum of the staff filled the room as it began drawing the poison out.
At that moment the boss’s body relaxed, though his face remained pale and his breathing shallow.
"He’ll live," Ethan said aloud, straightening up. "But he’ll be out for days."
From the shadows, the three men dressed in black stepped forward hesitantly, their faces a mix of disbelief and awe. One of them, younger and visibly shaken, stammered, "How… how did you do that? No one’s ever beaten him."
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"And then saved him?" another muttered, his voice trembling. "Who even are you?"
At that moment Ethan turned his piercing gaze on them, his voice low but firm.
"Someone who doesn’t waste time explaining himself," he said. "Your boss is alive because I allowed it. Don’t make me reconsider."
Hearing what Ethan just said.
The men exchanged uneasy glances. The youngest whispered, "He… he didn’t even flinch. We didn’t stand a chance."
Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he watched them. They’re shaken now, but fear only lasts so long. They’ll regroup and come back. I need to be ready for whatever this triggers.
The room was heavy with silence as the three men stepped back, clearly unsure of their next move.
Ethan’s focus shifted briefly to the boss, his expression hardening.
"You tried to cheat death, but I’m not done with you yet, you’re still going to answer my questions."