Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 365 [Inviting Guests and Pouring Wine]

Around 1 p.m.

Ethan's car finally slowly approached the fat man Sindorei's manor.

In terms of the size of the estate, the fat Sindorei was much more extravagant than the Poletta family.

It's almost like a small castle plus a small town.

It seems he's made a lot of money in Itasca over the past few years.

The car arrived at the door but didn't stop.

There was no one at the door.

The gate was wide open, making it seem as if the security was extremely lax.

Anya continued to follow the lead car, passing through the fat man Sindorei's private garden, and finally arrived at his mansion.

There was hardly anyone in front of the house, and the main door was open, making it look completely undefended.

Ethan opened the car door, got out, stretched his limbs, and breathed in the fresh air before saying, "Looks like nobody wants to see me?"

The people in the lead car also got out; they were all taciturn, strong, and composed men.

They didn't respond to Ethan.

Just then, a man walked out of the large house with its doors wide open. He was a middle-aged man whose build and demeanor were similar to those men, but who was even more imposing.

He stood in the doorway, opening his arms to Ethan: "Ethan, welcome."

"Finally, someone who can talk! What's your name?"

Ethan walked toward him, and at the same time, everyone in the car got off.

Vincent, Anya, and a group of the strongest guards of the Poletta family all moved.

This movement also caused the men who had been silent and quiet after getting off the bus to move, adopting a completely defensive posture and staring intently at Ethan's group, as if they were about to enter combat mode at any moment.

The standoff occurred in an instant.

But the next moment, the man, Johnson, actually laughed.

A smile suddenly appeared on his usually cold and hard face, which was quite unsightly. He raised his hand and said, "Don't be so nervous. We are guests, so please be friendly to them. I am Johnson, please."

Johnson stretched out his overly long, strong arms, making him look like an upright werewolf.

Ethan smiled and said, "Johnson, what a nice name, I like it. So, what have you prepared to welcome me? Good wine is a must."

"We have good wine; you'll see when you come in."

He waved to Ethan.

Ethan turned to look at the elite members of the family and smiled, "You can wait outside. I'll be fine."

It sounds like she really trusts Johnson a lot.

Then, he took only Vincent and walked towards the door.

Johnson, and the skinny Roy who hadn't come out of the house, were both watching Ethan, his every step, and even his every move.

Time seemed to slow down completely at this moment.

Step by step.

Even breathing became unusually loud.

heartbeat.

Even the slightest sound of the wind blowing.

And then there's the blazing afternoon sun.

Time seemed to pass in an instant, yet it also felt like an eternity.

Ethan finally arrived at the door.

At that moment, skinny Roy's heart was in his throat.

He gripped the gun at his waist tightly, waiting for the moment the battle would begin.

result……

next moment.

Ethan went into the house.

Nothing happened.

Johnson did nothing; he simply watched Ethan go inside.

The people outside didn't make a move either.

Johnson followed him in, calling out to Roy, "Roy, bring the drinks, we have a guest."

Roy shuddered and almost drew his gun, but he was no nobody and had seen the world. He took a deep breath to calm himself and didn't care that Johnson was ordering him around like a subordinate. He picked up the bottle of wine he had drunk earlier and walked toward Ethan.

He finally got a clear look at Ethan's face.

It has to be said that he was even more jealous.

This guy is young, handsome, and has an exceptionally good demeanor.

It was a feeling he couldn't describe at all, like the aura of those noble people he could only look up to.

How could this happen to someone who comes from a background of black mud?
He couldn't accept it. He even regretted not drawing his gun immediately.

Ethan didn't treat this place like someone else's territory at all, and sat down on the main sofa very naturally, even crossing his legs.

Johnson and Roy, who followed closely behind with the drinks, acted almost like his bodyguard and servant.

"Sit down."

He gestured to Johnson.

Johnson smiled and sat down opposite Ethan.

Roy could only play the role of pouring drinks, but he couldn't help but glance at Johnson, as if to say, why haven't you made a move yet?

He really didn't want to pour Ethan a drink, which made him feel very frustrated.

However, Johnson remained unmoved.

Roy could only pick up the cup and pour a glass for Ethan first.

The wine slowly flowed into the glass.

The room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of dripping wine.

Neither Ethan nor Johnson looked at the wine; they were staring at each other.

Until the very last drop of wine fell into the glass.

Ethan suddenly laughed: "I bet you're from Morma."

Upon hearing this, Johnson, who had remained composed throughout, paused slightly.

He never expected Ethan to actually...

"Good wine."

Ethan picked up the glass of wine, took a sip, and nodded.

"This is really good wine, Johnson. You're a good friend, and you're right."

"Here, Vincent, you should try some too."

Ethan snatched the bottle from Roy's hand and started pouring wine for Vincent.

Vincent nodded and sat down to the side.

Roy was somewhat distracted; he didn't even notice the bottle being taken away.

too fast……

No, it's not too fast.

Yes... there was no way to resist.

This……

Roy's back immediately started sweating.

How could this be?
How could this guy...?

"Roy, is that you? Why aren't you in Windlands? Are you here as a guest too?"

Ethan suddenly looked at Roy again.

"I……"

"Sit down, what are you standing for? You're from Fengtu City, after all."

Ethan gave a thumbs up.

"I can't let others say that I'm impolite for treating my seniors so disrespectfully."

Roy swallowed hard. He was starting to regret his decision; Ethan seemed to be acting beyond his expectations.

Originally, he thought that no matter how good this kid was, he was only under twenty years old, so how good could he be?

He couldn't help but glance at Johnson.

Johnson's face darkened.

"Sit down when I tell you to."

"Ah."

Roy could only sit down.

Ethan started pouring Johnson drinks again.

Just as he was about to pour it into the glass, Johnson grabbed the bottle.

"I don't drink."

"Everyone's having such a great time today, and we're meeting new friends, how about we have a drink?"

Both hands were gripping the wine bottle.

The wine was almost spilled from the bottle.

next moment……

(End of this chapter)