Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 364 [The Enemy's Confession]

"Ethan's home."

Itasca City.

A huge manor in the south of the city.

This manor originally belonged to the fat Sindorei, but now it has naturally been occupied by the group that kidnapped him.

At this moment, in the main hall of the house, a middle-aged man dressed in an exquisite suit, trying his best to make himself look like a successful upper-class person, was fidgeting.

He unconsciously started counting on his fingers, a bad habit he had developed back when he was working as a porter at the bottom of society.

Although he has been trying his best to correct this habit over the years, he still can't help but start fidgeting when he gets nervous.

This flaw is like an ingrained mark on him, one that he can never erase as he rises to prominence.

So even though he now controls the underground forces of a city and is a figure respected by everyone, he still cannot gain the appreciation and recognition of the truly powerful and wealthy.

So sometimes he really envied and was jealous of Ethan. They were both gangsters, but how come Ethan could chat and laugh with those powerful people and even win the favor of the princess in the capital?

This is really unfair.

This may be the initial reason why he dared to take such a risk and participate in this matter.

Why should Ethan get all the good things?

"Roy, relax. It's just Ethan. Don't forget what our goal is. It's him. With us here, we can take down even ten Ethans."

At this moment, a man with an iron face spoke up to comfort him, but his face was cold and his words were not soft at all, so his words did not comfort Roy at all.

Roy, the skinny Roy, is the underground overlord of Windlands, the city next to Itasca. During Sandro's time, he was already a famous underground figure in the North, second only to Sandro in fame.

Originally, after Sandro's death, he intended to expand northwest, but the fat Sindorei refused to give way, and Ethan's methods were also tough enough, so he gave up the idea.

But this thought never left him.

Finally, some time ago, he got an opportunity.

Gus, the director of the Prohibition Bureau of Wind and Earth City whom he had been trying to befriend, suddenly approached him, saying that someone wanted to do a good deal with him, and if the deal was done, he could dominate the underground of the North.

These words stirred Roy's heart. Even though he tried his best to suppress his racing heart and tell himself that such good things were often a trap, he ultimately couldn't resist his desire.

Besides, Gus is powerful enough, and it's said that his backer is a high-ranking figure in the capital. The deal he introduced also suits his tastes.

Eliminate Ethan and the Poletta family.

This is something he's always dreamed of.

Moreover, after meeting the people who wanted to do business with him, he became even more confident.

He didn't know who the other person was or why they wanted to kill Ethan, but the other person's demeanor, aura, and the subtle strength they displayed all told him that the other person was no ordinary individual.

He himself was a candidate for the Godfather of the fourth level of the God of Destruction, but when he first met the other party, he did not even realize that the other party was close to him.

It should be noted that the true name of the God of Destruction is most acute in its perception of danger.

Even though the fat Sindorei is slightly weaker, he is still a level three, close to level four, of the God of Destruction.

As it turned out, this group of people, consisting of only a few individuals, managed to wipe out the entire Sindorei guard in a short period of time and even captured him alive.

Their strength is terrifying.

But this is also reassuring, after all, these people are now his allies.

Thinking of this, skinny Roy felt a little relieved. Even if Ethan was indeed quite strong, he wouldn't be a match for these people, right?

His key subordinate, Velen, was considered his right-hand man and quite capable, but he was easily defeated in just one exchange.

There will be no problem with this battle.

"I'd like to have a drink, would you like some?"

Skinny Roy sensed the atmosphere was a bit off, so he decided to break the ice himself and got up to walk towards the liquor cabinet.

The man with the stern face simply shook his head and remained silent. Roy had only asked casually; these guys were incredibly disciplined—they didn't drink, they didn't mess around with women, they were practically like machines.

Roy didn't even know their names, only that the guy in the lead with the iron face was called Johnson, which didn't sound like his real name.

His subordinates seem to be referred to by numbers.

a kind……

The smell of the army.

Thinking of this, Roy stopped thinking about it. The pool was definitely much deeper than he had imagined. If he insisted on stepping in, he would probably drown.

Not knowing is the best.

However, he didn't know that the man named Johnson was staring at his back as if he were looking at a dead man.

Just as the atmosphere became awkward, the phone rang in the room.

Johnson simply walked over and took it.

"Okay, bring them here."

He listened for a while and then hung up.

Skinny Roy looked at him.

“Vincent, and Ethan, they’ve come too.”

"Just the two of them?"

"There was also a driver and a car full of bodyguards."

"Just this few people?"

Skinny Roy was still a little incredulous. Was Ethan too confident or too careless, daring to venture deep into enemy territory with such a small number of men?
"There are definitely other people, but it doesn't matter."

Johnson displayed an overwhelming confidence that seemed to disregard this.

Because he firmly believed that in the face of absolute strength and power, any trickery is useless.

Ethan may be very clever, as mentioned when the task was given, and he is also described as cunning, so we must be careful.

But Johnson has experienced too many wars and seen too much of the human heart.

He'd seen far too many smart people, and in the end, he was always the one who survived.

This time will be no exception.

"Get ready to welcome our guests."

Johnson turned around and walked step by step to the door, then suddenly opened it.

The blazing sun shone in, dispersing much of the dust and gloom in the room.

It's another sweltering summer afternoon.

Many more people will die this afternoon.

At the same moment, Ethan, who had already entered the city of Aitasca, was looking out.

This was his first time visiting Itasca, and the small city had a unique charm.

The architecture is quite different from Winster's; it lacks some of the seaside atmosphere and instead has a more rugged, cold feel reminiscent of the North.

"I heard that the pancakes in Aitaska are delicious. Let's go and have a good meal after we're done. It won't be a wasted trip."

Vincent wasn't as relaxed as Ethan; he kept observing his surroundings, as if checking how many people were tracking and monitoring him along the way.

At the same time, he didn't forget to look at the car behind him, his eyes filled with worry.

Ethan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll bring back the same number of people I brought here."

(End of this chapter)