Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 361: [Homecoming in Glory]

The scenery of Winster in late September has its own charm.

Looking from the sea in the distance, the city doesn't seem to be shrouded in the sultriness of summer.

On the contrary, the summer in Winster is cool, and you can even feel the breeze passing through the city.

Yet it still carries a hint of summer, a sense of sunlight that envelops you in pleasure.

This is why the elders in Winster always say, you can miss most of the beautiful things in life, but you mustn't miss Winster's sunshine.

This kind of sunshine is only present for these two months; soon, Winster will start to cool down.

Fortunately, Ethan returned just in time to catch the tail end of it.

Otherwise, he would again have to feel the same as coming home last year.

"Winster, I'm back."

Ethan, feeling a rare sense of excitement, stood on the deck and shouted into the wind.

The crew members were behind him, sipping small drinks and whispering.

Many of them had never been to Winster, and they were brimming with curiosity about this northern city.

Moreover, they could drink on deck without any worry because this ship belonged to the Sea God, which is technically a ship of the Sea God Sect.

Drinking is legal on the Sea God Sect's ships.

So overall, they were very satisfied with this journey.

As the ship slowly approached Winster, that warm and refreshing feeling drew even closer.

The sea was lapping at the shore, and seagulls flew overhead.

What a comfortable and nice place.

Everyone on the ship sighed in admiration.

And when the ship finally docked, they sighed inwardly again.

Ethan truly has vast resources.

On the shore, many people stood densely packed, all in tidy formal attire, exuding an impressive aura. At first glance, one might think they were welcoming some of the Kingdom's top dignitaries.

But if you look closely, you'll notice they all belong to the same family, with identical outfits. Some individuals even wore insignias, which those who know Ethan recognized as the insignia of Ethan's family, the Bolita Clan.

A flower entwined with thorns growing out of black mud.

In fact, Ethan's left hand also wore a ring with the same insignia.

When the ship completely docked, Ethan was the first to disembark using the gangway. What greeted him was not cheers, but instead a series of intense camera clicks.

Flashes were going off and on incessantly.

Ethan was not only a treasure for journalists in the Royal Capital but also a blessing to Winster's reporters.

In the two months without Ethan, they could only barely sustain themselves by transporting news from the Royal Capital. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Now that Ethan had finally returned, they couldn't help but take lots of photos, eager to get the first-hand information. They were truly starved for too long.

Behind the cameras came the cheers.

To be precise, it wasn't cheers—it was more of the sound of salutation, as members of the Bolita Clan saluted and respected Ethan.

Ethan felt a bit helpless, thinking this was too ostentatious, as if it was providing ammunition for those claiming he is a Mafia leader.

But then again, it was all goodwill from the family. Besides, this was Winster—who would dare to really speak recklessly here?

Ethan first embraced Vincent upon disembarking. They were the closest of relatives, with no need for many words, just simple gestures.

Next were the other family members, Eugene, Walter, and a few important leaders.

Ethan greeted them one by one.

Then there were some of Winster's businessmen and dignitaries.

They didn't shy away; instead, they took it as a sort of honor to welcome Ethan.

In the crowd, Ethan also saw one person, the president of Winster University, El.

Ethan also went up and hugged him.

"Welcome back, Ethan. I heard about your endeavors in the Royal Capital—truly inspiring," El said with a flattering tone, though there was some genuine emotion in it.

Ethan realized they really felt some sense of pride in coming to welcome him.

Ethan had underestimated the impact of what he did in the Royal Capital on those in the north who had long been excluded from the core circle of the Royal Capital.

After the dignitaries, it was the reporters' turn. The reporters squeezed forward like mad, bombarding Ethan with questions: "Mr. Ethan, is it true that you conquered all the artists in the Royal Capital with a toilet?"

"Your Excellency Ethan, may I ask you..."

A flood of questions swarmed over.

Luckily, the family members were not there for nothing; they quickly blocked these people, escorting Ethan to the Klaus Long Spear, which had already been driven to the dock.

Anya had already gotten into the car first, feeling a sense of reunion with an old friend.

Ethan didn't sit in immediately. Instead, he turned and said to the reporters, "Ladies and gentlemen, I've just returned today and am a bit tired, so I won't be doing interviews just yet. I'll hold a press conference in a couple of days, okay? Today, let me just go home properly."

Then, he got into the car.

The car started moving, slowly leaving the scene under the protection of the family members.

Of course, Vincent also got into the car.

With Ethan's words, the reporters weren't as frenzied, but they still followed reluctantly, as if hoping to move Ethan sufficiently to obtain first-hand information.

But inside the car, a serious conversation had already begun.

Ethan completely put away the genial smile he had outside. He glanced at Vincent, who had come along, and asked, "Where is Virel? Where did he go?"

Even before disembarking, Ethan had noticed one thing—Virel was not among the crowd.

Moreover, the core members of the family obviously weren't in high spirits.

Something must have happened.

"Virel had an accident."

Sure enough, Vincent gave Ethan the answer he expected.

"What happened?"

"It was a trap."

By the time the car reached Bolita Manor, Ethan had already understood the whole story.

The events naturally began after the big guy Zola came with the report that day.

To protect the life of the fat man Sindore, Virel nevertheless went to Itasca City with some men.

Virel had actually made adequate preparations. He took the top experts recently selected by the family and used the latest firearms produced by the weapons factory, even equipping two sniper rifles.

Originally, Vincent also wanted to go along, but Virel stopped him.

"Even if it's a trap, we can't have all of us fall into it. If it's just me, it will be easier to rescue people then." Virel was prepared for something to happen.

And something did happen.

The other party's call actually came yesterday evening, and it was Vincent who answered it.

"It seems Mr. Virel doesn't want to come home, so how about Mr. Vincent, you come to pick him up in person?"