Chapter 4 The Tyrant Descends
"Ethan?" Clara's voice trembled with excitement. "You're back?"
Ethan turned around and looked at Clara, who was still stunningly beautiful. A gentle smile appeared on his lips. "Long time no see, Clara. You're still as hot as ever."
Hearing Ethan's teasing words, Clara wasn't angry at all. Instead, her eyes glistened with moisture, and her seductive gaze fixed on him.
"You look even stronger than before. Even the way you fight is so sexy. I'm falling for you."
Clara walked up to him, pressing close without any hesitation. A wave of alluring perfume filled his nostrils as she looked at him with burning eyes. "There's a business party in two days. I need a date."
Seeing the expectation in her eyes, Ethan smiled. "It would be my pleasure."
Meanwhile, somewhere else.
Evelyn and Lauren were sitting in the VIP lounge at the racing track.
Mason had already been taken away by a private doctor to get bandaged up. They stayed behind, planning to apologize to him on Ethan's behalf once Mason woke up.
"Evelyn, you're just too kind. If it were me, I would've cut ties with that criminal long ago." Lauren took a sip of water from the table while adjusting her collar.
Evelyn also picked up her glass and took a big gulp, sighing. "He's still my cousin. I just hope Mason won't hold him responsible..."
Before she could finish, Evelyn suddenly felt an intense dizziness.
Just then, the lounge door was pushed open.
Mason walked in with gauze wrapped around his head and a dark expression on his face.
Behind him were several bodyguards with lewd grins on their faces.
"Bitch!" Mason stepped forward and grabbed Evelyn's chin, his eyes filled with crazy malice and venom. "Your damn brother humiliated me like that. I'm going to make you pay!"
He turned to the bodyguards and gave a cruel order. "Strip these two women naked and take them to my private yacht. Get the cameras ready. I'm going to film the most exciting video and send it to that criminal! I'll show him what happens when you cross me!"
At that moment, Evelyn finally realized that everything Ethan had told her at the track was true!
As the bodyguards roughly hoisted her up, Evelyn used her last bit of consciousness before passing out to fumble for her phone and send Ethan a message.
[Help!]
...
When Ethan saw the message on his phone, the warmth on his face vanished completely, replaced by a suffocating coldness.
"Sorry, Clara. I have something urgent to deal with."
"What happened? Do you need my help?" Clara sensed something was wrong.
"Taking out the trash."
Without further explanation, Ethan quickly said goodbye to Clara and grabbed his phone.
"Noah, locate Evelyn's phone immediately. I don't care what you have to do—in three minutes, I want a helicopter over my head!" Ethan's voice was ice-cold.
"Understood, boss."
Noah's mechanically calm voice showed no hesitation. The massive intelligence network Leo left behind demonstrated terrifying efficiency at this moment.
In just twenty seconds, Noah's voice came through again.
"Target is on a private yacht ten nautical miles off the Atlantic coast. The yacht is registered under the Jones family. Also... according to thermal imaging and real-time satellite monitoring, the yacht is heading toward international waters at full speed."
"The helicopter has arrived above you, boss."
As Noah finished speaking, a black Apache attack helicopter hovered overhead.
The Atlantic sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell.
On the private yacht's deck, several security guards armed with submachine guns were smoking and occasionally letting out lewd laughs.
The next moment, a dark figure dropped from the sky and landed heavily on the deck, literally stomping two deep craters into the solid teak flooring!
The security guards were shocked. Just as they tried to raise their guns, Ethan's figure had already disappeared from where he stood.
A bone-chilling sound of breaking bones rang out in rapid succession.
The rage in Ethan's heart was fully ignited. He didn't even bother using any technique—one punch to a guard's chest instantly shattered and caved in his ribcage. The man spewed a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments and flew backward into the cold seawater.
Turning with a high roundhouse kick, another guard's thigh twisted at a grotesque angle, his screams heart-wrenching.
Wherever Ethan went, it was like a meat grinder passing through.
In just ten seconds, the dozen or so armed guards on the deck were completely wiped out. Everyone's legs were instantly broken, and they lay unconscious in pools of blood.
Noah and several black-suited bodyguards slid down ropes. Even this all-capable assistant, who had seen countless bloody scenes, couldn't help but twitch at the sight of the carnage.
At the end of the corridor was a heavy silver-gray steel door.
"Boss, this is a custom German submarine-grade high-pressure steel door. It can even withstand water pressure at five hundred meters deep. Regular C4 explosives can't blow it open. We need to bring in..."
Noah looked at the door and frowned, which was rare for him.
But before he could finish, Ethan had already walked up to the steel door and raised his right leg, kicking the center of the door with terrifying force!
BOOM!
A sound like a missile explosion shook the entire yacht cabin.
The multi-ton steel door was torn from its frame and crashed into the room!
Inside, Mason was down to just his underwear, looking back in terror at the scene before him.
Ethan scanned the room. Although Evelyn had been drugged and was unconscious, her clothes were still intact. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"You monster... don't come near me!"
Mason backed away while screaming hysterically. His crotch instantly became wet, giving off a foul stench.
Just then, a phone on the floor suddenly rang.
It was Mason's phone.
Like grabbing a last lifeline, he frantically lunged for it and pressed the answer button.
"Dad! Save me! Save me! This monster is going to kill me!"
An enraged voice came through the phone. "I don't care who you are, I'm warning you—let my son go right now! If you dare touch him, I guarantee I'll make you and your family wish you were dead!"
Hearing the threats on the phone, Ethan simply crushed the phone and casually tossed it out the window into the sea.
"No... don't..." Mason's eyes widened in despair.
Ethan looked down at him from above, raised his right foot, and without any hesitation, stomped hard on Mason's right kneecap!