Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 282 -

At that moment Ethan didn’t even turn to look at them. He slammed his staff on the ground, and a ripple of energy erupted from it, spreading through the scene like a tidal wave. The men were thrown against the walls, their weapons clattering to the floor.

One by one, they dropped lifelessly, their bodies hitting the ground with dull thuds.

At that moment Ethan exhaled, his anger sharpening his focus. He didn’t have time for these distractions.

Turning around, he began making his way out of the Circle’s hideout.

As he walked through the sprawling compound, more security men appeared, their faces twisted in determination and fear. But their numbers didn’t matter. Ethan moved like a storm, his staff spinning, his movements precise and lethal. Every strike landed with devastating power, and within moments, the scene were littered with bodies.

However He didn’t stop, Making such no one lives to tell what happened. Room by room, corridor by corridor, Ethan eliminated anyone who stood in his path. His aura radiated with unrelenting intensity, a warning to any remaining guards that crossing him was a death sentence.

Finally, Ethan reached the main gate, where the last batch of security men had gathered in a futile attempt to block his exit. They hesitated, the fear evident in their eyes as they realized the monster they were dealing with. Before they could act, Ethan raised his staff, and with one decisive motion, unleashed a wave of energy that sent them flying like leaves in a storm.

At that moment Ethan stepped out of the dimly lit space, his breaths heavy and uneven. The cool night air hit him, but it did little to steady the chaos in his mind. He glanced down, his shirt soaked in crimson stains. Blood. Too much of it. His jaw tightened as he instinctively tried to wipe it away with his sleeve, but the dark streaks only smeared, making it worse.

He stopped, leaning against a nearby wall, his thoughts racing. "Who do I call? He pulled out his phone, the screen glowing in his eyes, but his hand hovered over the contacts. Naomi’s name stood out, but he shook his head sharply.

"I can’t let her see me like this. She’d ask too many questions I can’t answer."

His eyes darted to the mask tucked inside his jacket. The Godly Investor. A symbol of control, power, and mystery. But what would people think if they saw him now? Bloodstained and still hiding behind a mask. They’d assume the worst. The image would crumble.

At that moment Ethan exhaled, pushing his phone back into his pocket, his mind working through options. He couldn’t stay here, but he couldn’t move forward like this either. The weight of his situation bore down on him, and for the first time in a while, he felt the pressure of his dual identities closing in.

The scene was a mess, without being told Ethan could tell it’s going to make headlines.

Ethan trudged along the quiet street, his steps heavy but deliberate.

The night seemed darker than usual, each shadow stretching ominously, but he focused on his destination: the house where Old Master Silver had taken him before the meeting. It was the only place that came to mind, a temporary refuge where no one would question his presence.

When he arrived, the house stood silent, its grand exterior almost eerie without the usual bustle of staff and bodyguards. Old Master Silver had taken everyone along when they left. The absence of life gave the space a hollow, almost forgotten feeling.

Immediately Ethan pushed open the door, the faint creak breaking the stillness as he stepped inside.

The luxurious interior loomed around him, pristine and untouched, but Ethan didn’t linger. He moved with purpose, heading straight for the bathroom. The mirror caught his reflection—blood smeared across his shirt, the faint trace of exhaustion in his eyes. Experience new stories on novelbuddy

Nothing wanting to think about it anymore, he turned away, stripping off the ruined clothing and stepping into the shower.

The hot water poured over him, washing away the evidence of the night’s chaos. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes, letting the steam cloud his thoughts. But even the water couldn’t erase the lingering tension knotted in his chest.

"I can’t let this happen again." he thought grimly, his jaw tightening.

After the shower, Ethan rummaged through the wardrobe in the adjacent room.

His hand brushed against a suit, its fabric smooth and unworn. He pulled it out, noting the tag still attached. It was impeccable—tailored to perfection yet untouched, waiting for someone to claim it.

Without wasting anymore time he slipped it on, the material fitting him like a second skin. Adjusting the cuffs, he glanced at himself in the mirror. The man staring back looked composed, powerful even. But beneath the polished exterior, his mind churned with plans, decisions, and the weight of everything yet to come.

Ethan adjusted the collar of the suit, his movements slow and deliberate.

The fabric hugged his frame perfectly, a stark contrast to the chaos that clung to his thoughts. As he stepped into the living room, the faint hum of the television caught his attention.

On the screen, the news was already broadcasting the aftermath of the circle space incident. The scene was grim—bodies scattered, the air thick with the weight of what had transpired.

At that moment Ethan’s jaw tightened as he watched, the voice of a reporter overlaying the images.

"The police have vowed to find the group responsible for this carnage," the reporter announced, their tone grave. "Authorities are urging anyone with information to come forward."

Without wasting anymore Ethan reached for the remote and shut the TV off, the sudden silence almost deafening. His chest tightened, the weight of his actions pressing down on him.

This wasn’t supposed to escalate like this, he thought, his fingers gripping the remote tightly for a moment before he set it down.

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He never knew they would be so many bodyguard, and his eyes had already been exposed this was the best he could do.