Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 363 [I'm Back]

"Who are they?"

At the Poletta Estate.

It was already noon, and lunch was in progress.

However, only the core members of the family were present; no one else was included.

Ethan had already made arrangements for the crew; rooms at the best hotel in Winston had been booked several days in advance, and family members would drive them to their accommodations.

Now, it's family time.

Ethan ate the steak Anya had cooked herself and glanced at Vincent sitting next to him.

"They must be someone from the military."

Vincent replied.

"Judging from the bullets dug out of Zola's body, they were standard military bullets, which are more lethal than civilian bullets and are also much harder to obtain. Moreover, according to Zola's recollection, those people were highly skilled in combat and did not seem like ordinary gangsters or ruthless bandits at all."

"In the military?"

Ethan stopped eating with his fork and tapped the plate lightly.

"What did Ned say?"

“Ned…”

Just as we were talking about Ned, the phone rang again at home.

Ethan raised his hand to signal everyone to stay still, wiped his mouth, and walked to the phone to answer it.

"Hey?"

"came back?"

It's Ned.

"came back."

Then, before Ethan could say anything more, Ned spoke up: "It's someone you offended in the capital."

"The eldest prince?"

"It's hard to say. Those people aren't from the Northern Garrison; they're probably from the Central Region. I wanted to ask my friends in Aitaska for help, but they all advised me not to get involved."

That makes it clear.

There is intervention from higher authorities; otherwise, Ned would be the chief judge of the Winterster Court, and the current governor of Winterster is also an outsider from the capital. Winterster is practically in Ned's hands.

No one wants to offend him.

"I understand."

Ethan said something.

“I mean…” Ned wanted to say something more.

"You don't need to worry about it, I'll handle this."

Ethan interrupted him.

“Okay, let me know if anything comes up.” Ned didn’t say anything more, but he added one last sentence.

"Sophia is in St. Quantico. She...she's been very unhappy lately. Could you go see her once things are over?"

"it is good."

The phone hangs up.

Ethan then made another phone call.

"Marvin?"

"Yes."

"I want to see you. Come to my house."

Then came the third phone call.

This call was made to Joseph's confidant, Steve, who is now the director of the Winston Statistics Bureau.

Ethan was using all the power he had at his disposal in Winston.

For his fourth call, he made a call to Joseph, who was far away in the capital.

"Something happened to my family, and I need help."

Upon hearing this, Joseph didn't say much, but simply replied, "I understand, I'll take care of it."

In an instant, Ethan tore open the net he had woven.

Before and after going to the capital, he was no longer the same person.

The power he possesses now is far greater than what he had before.

After finishing the call, Ethan sat back down to eat.

Everyone was in a low mood, or rather, a heavy mood.

Ethan then picked up his glass and tapped it lightly with his spoon.

"Everyone, there's no need for this. Cheer up! I'm back today. Now that I'm back, nothing will happen. As for Velen, I'll bring him back. We'll have a really lively party then, how about that?"

With Ethan's words, everyone's expressions finally improved.

In particular, they truly trusted Ethan, who brought about too many miracles.

The things that happened before were much more serious than what's happening now, but we got through them, didn't we?

"Then let's raise a glass."

Vincent raised his glass first. "Welcome home, Ethan."

Let's all raise our glasses.

We finally finished our dinner.

Then they dispersed.

Ethan didn't need them to do anything; they just needed to do their jobs well.

After most people left, only Wensen remained.

"How have things been lately at Saint-Gobain? Are you happy with what we discussed?"

Ethan poured more wine into both of their glasses.

"Happy, of course I'm happy. Those guys make me so happy, they're always causing me trouble."

Vincent picked up his glass and took a sip, looking quite troubled.

"How is Krenzo doing in the capital?"

"He did a great job, he did an excellent job, you taught him well."

Krenzo was also Vincent's student, and his most valued student at that.

He may have seen a reflection of himself in Krenzo.

In short, he cares a lot about Cronz.

"He's just talented, that kid..."

Vincent seemed a little happy, took another sip, and then said, "By the way, Sophia has been working as a nun in St. Quantico these days."

"nun?"

Ethan paused for a moment, almost wondering if he had made a mistake.

"Yes, I don't know how it happened, but one day she said she wanted to serve Saint Quantica."

Vincent shook his head, as if he didn't understand.

I'll go see her in a few days.

Ethan also took a sip of his drink.

"You are really different from before."

Vincent suddenly stared at Ethan and said.

"What's the difference?"

"your eyes."

"my eyes?"

"The you of the past didn't have so many things, well, to be precise, it was the feeling of wanting to have some."

What do you want?

"I don't know. What did you experience in the capital? What do you want?"

What does Ethan want?

He didn't know either.

However, he knew very well that he had originally planned to leave the capital, but what happened that day changed his mind.

He could not allow others to kick him out of the capital like a dog.

What does he want?
Perhaps all he wants is to avoid being manipulated by others.

It's the same this time.

By this time, they had finally drunk enough wine.

"I'm going back to get help now, and we should be back by tomorrow morning."

Vincent stood up.

He naturally wanted to return to Sanctuary.

Although most of the new elites were taken away by Velen, there is still a group of the oldest members in Saint Quanti, who are the true backbone who survived the deadly battle with Sandro.

He naturally wouldn't let his younger brother go on the risk alone.

"No need to rush, take your time. You can sleep for one night and then come back."

As Ethan said this, Vincent had already left.

Meanwhile, the two people on the phone had already arrived at Poletta Estate.

After Anya settled them in, she came to tell Ethan that he could go to the reception room.

"Give me a cup of coffee, with an extra sugar."

Ethan smiled at Anya and said.

But as he walked step by step toward the conference room, his collar had been straightened, and his expression was no longer as relaxed and gentle as before.

He was no longer Ethan; he was Ethan Poletta.

The head of the Poletta family.

King of Winston.

He is back.

(End of this chapter)