Chapter 37 Even Death Is a Luxury
Just as Mason's finger was already on the trigger's edge, trembling with extreme tension—
From outside the iron door that Ethan had just kicked down, there suddenly came a very abrupt sound of high heels stepping on gravel.
It was Clara!
Seeing that Ethan hadn't come out for a while and the gunfire inside the factory had suddenly stopped, she couldn't help but worry and decided to come in to check on the situation.
This unexpected sound made Mason, who was in a state of high tension, instinctively glance toward the door.
Just that split second of distraction.
A 0.1-second opening.
The ground beneath Ethan's feet suddenly exploded into a deep crater! His entire body turned into a blur, appearing directly in front of Mason!
"Wha..." Mason didn't even have time to finish turning his head before everything went blurry.
Ethan's right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Mason's wrist that held the gun, his five fingers contracting sharply!
Accompanied by the sound of bones cracking, Mason's wrist was crushed into a compound fracture! The gun fell to the ground.
Immediately after, Ethan grabbed Mason by the throat with one hand, easily lifting his body into the air, then violently throwing him!
Mason's body slammed hard into a rusty generator over ten feet away. Blood gushed from his mouth in torrents, and his entire body collapsed to the ground like mud.
"Ethan..." Evelyn's eyes brimmed with tears.
Ethan walked forward and gently tore off the ropes binding Evelyn, helping her up.
At that moment, Clara also hurried in from outside.
When she saw the severed limbs scattered everywhere and the scene of blood flowing like rivers, not only was she not afraid, but a look of even more intense infatuation for Ethan flashed in her eyes.
"Clara?" Evelyn looked at the newcomer, sobbing in surprise.
Ethan took off his jacket and draped it over Evelyn's exposed shoulders, then turned to look at Clara. "Take Evelyn back to the car first and wait for me. Put on some music and keep the windows closed."
"Okay." Clara smiled knowingly, stepped forward to put her arm around the still-trembling Evelyn. "Come on, dear. What happens next isn't suitable for you to see."
After the two women's figures completely disappeared outside the factory door.
The warmth on Ethan's face instantly vanished. He slowly turned around and walked toward Mason, who was lying by the generator, still desperately crawling backward.
"No... don't... Ethan!!"
Watching Ethan closing in step by step, Mason was so terrified that his pants were completely soaked, and a foul smell spread through the air.
He desperately knocked his head on the ground, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face. "I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please let me go! I have money, my dad's a businessman, I'll give you however much you want!"
"I gave you the chance to die quickly."
Ethan looked down at him, the corner of his mouth curling into a cruel smile. "But you shouldn't have, absolutely shouldn't have, pointed a gun at her head."
Ethan lifted his foot and mercilessly crushed Mason's left ankle!
A piercing scream instantly penetrated the factory's roof.
Then came the right ankle, left knee, right knee... Ethan crushed every joint in Mason's body inch by inch.
After ten minutes of torture, Mason didn't even have the strength to scream anymore. He rolled his eyes back in agony, only wishing Ethan would just kill him already.
In front of Ethan, even death had become a luxury.
With a final crisp gunshot, the factory fell into complete silence.
...
A few minutes later, outside the factory.
The car door opened, and Ethan sat in the driver's seat while casually wiping the blood from between his fingers with a cloth.
"All cleaned up?" Clara, sitting in the passenger seat, handed over a wet wipe and very naturally helped Ethan wipe off a drop of blood splattered on his cheek.
"Yeah, took a bit of time." Ethan replied casually, as if he had just squashed a bug.
Clara smiled, her alluring eyes looking at Ethan.
"Perfect timing. There's a party downtown tonight. Since Evelyn just escaped death, we can take her to pick out some beautiful evening gowns and celebrate properly."
Ethan didn't refuse Clara's suggestion.
He turned to look at Evelyn in the back seat, still trembling slightly.
That bloody experience had indeed been too much for this pure girl who had just graduated. Taking her to a different environment and buying some pretty clothes to help her relax was a good choice.
Night fell.
At a private estate in the center of Manhattan.
As the host of this party, Clara was immediately surrounded by a group of political and business elites as soon as she entered.
She gave Ethan an apologetic look somewhat helplessly. "Wait for me a bit. After I deal with these boring old guys, I'll come keep you company properly."
Ethan smiled and nodded, gesturing for her to go ahead.
Meanwhile, Evelyn was completely captivated by the luxurious scene before her.
She had changed into a pure white backless evening gown that Clara had carefully selected for her, which perfectly highlighted her pure yet youthfully vibrant temperament.
Having never attended such a high-end party in her entire life, she was now full of curiosity, wandering back and forth between the long buffet table and the display of expensive artworks, her big eyes looking here and there, with no intention of staying quietly by Ethan's side.
Watching Evelyn return to her energetic self, Ethan just smiled and shook his head.
After all, this was the Foster family's territory, with armed security personnel all around the perimeter. He didn't need to worry about safety at all.
So Ethan casually took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray and walked straight to a quiet spot by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall, enjoying the night breeze while drinking alone.
Just as Evelyn was drooling over an extremely exquisite French mousse cake, a tall figure deliberately approached her.
"Beautiful lady, your presence is even more tempting than this dessert."
A voice with a hint of frivolity and arrogance sounded in Evelyn's ear.
Evelyn turned her head to see a man in a custom-tailored suit and gold-rimmed glasses, holding a wine glass and looking her up and down.
The undisguised aggression in his gaze made Evelyn instinctively feel disgusted.
"Sorry, I don't know you."