Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 371 [The Pledge of Allegiance at 2:30 PM]

2:14 PM.

It might be around this time.

Ethan had deliberately taken off his wristwatch in preparation for the murder.

So he relied on estimation.

By the time he got the watch back from Anya, it was around this time.

The basement door of Fat Sindore was smashed open.

Velen and the fat Sindore are both inside, and they're still alive.

This shows the confidence of this group; they felt that it didn't matter when they killed him, so they simply waited until they killed Ethan before doing anything else.

Vincent looked alright, though a little haggard, but he probably hadn't suffered too much.

These people probably wouldn't bother with torture.

When Ethan opened the door and walked in, he wasn't too surprised, as if he had known he would come, and just smiled.

"You're even later than I expected, young master."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks, you old dog."

Ethan smiled and reached out his hand to him, and Velen struggled to stand up.

"They broke my cane."

"It's alright, we'll make you a new one when we get back."

"I'm mainly hungry; I haven't eaten for two days."

"The feast is ready."

While Velen still had the energy to chat with Ethan, the fat Sindorei was in a much worse state.

His nickname is Fatty, and you can't be wrong about it; he's practically a small mountain.

Moreover, he had been hungry for even longer, so he was almost completely suffocating.

Their eyes practically turned green with envy when they saw Ethan and his gang.

"Food...give me food!"

Thirty minutes later, in a restaurant with a distinctly local flavor from Itasca, the fat Sindorei was practically piling on his hands and knees, eating voraciously. He was completely oblivious to what was happening, his eyes fixed solely on the food.

Ethan and the others simply stopped eating and watched him eat, it was almost like some kind of performance.

After eating for a while, Sindore finally felt a little full and stopped. Seeing everyone looking at him, he felt a little embarrassed and said, "Eat up, why aren't you eating?"

"It's okay, you eat more, we're full."

Ethan picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth to indicate that he had finished eating.

Sindorei the Fat wasn't just a man who only knew how to eat; once he was full, he became the underground king of Aetaska.

However, this underground king is now all alone.

Although he himself did not die in this incident, his elite troops were either killed or fled, and his strength was greatly weakened.

He was silent for a moment, licked his fingers, and then seemed to feel that it wasn't clean enough, so he vigorously wiped his hands and mouth with a napkin to remove the grease before getting up and respectfully walking to Ethan.

“Ethan, no, Lord Ethan, thank you for saving my life. From this day forward, my life belongs to you. I hope you will accept my loyalty. From this day forward, Aitaska is yours.”

He lowered his head, as if waiting for something.

Ethan was silent for a moment, then said, "It's Poletta's."

"Yes, it's Poletta's."

Sindorei lowered his head even further.

Ethan then reached out and placed his hand on his head, and then extended it to his front.

Sindorei carefully took Ethan's left hand and kissed the emblem representing the Poletta family, which was entwined with black mud and thorns, yet also blooming with flowers.

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at the same time.

Winster.

Naruf's servant, Gorn, was about to brew the fourth round of tea.

Ned finally stood up, glanced at the clock on the wall, and said, "It's almost three o'clock. I should go too."

"Won't you sit a little longer?"

"Is it still necessary?"

Ned straightened his collar, as if gesturing for Naruf to look out the window. Naruf took a deep breath.

The faint sounds of gunfire and explosions that could be heard outside the window have almost faded away.

In other words, the battle is almost over.

So, who really won?

At that moment, he actually lost a little confidence.

"You feel……"

“Naruf, you’re a good young man. I’ve known you for quite some time, and I think you know when to do what, so don’t say anything silly.”

Ned had already reached the door.

"If you..."

As soon as he said those words, Naruf realized he had made a mistake.

Even if he loses, so what? He's a member of the Collins family, and nobody can do anything to him.

Besides, it hasn't been said that we're guaranteed to lose.

He forced himself to hold back what he was about to say, but then Ned suddenly said, "If you've changed your mind, you can call me."

These words hurt him, but Ned had already left.

What bothered him was why Ned could be so confident.

You really think you guys...

At that moment, Ghosn returned from outside. He hesitated for a moment, then said to Naruf, "Young Master... they won."

"impossible!"

Naruf's emotions finally erupted. He growled, about to do something, but his years of upbringing allowed him to suppress the impulse.

"Go out and find out the truth."

He lowered his voice and told Ghosn to leave.

He then slumped into a chair, looking rather dejected.

To be honest, he had never experienced such a setback before. People like him, born with a silver spoon in their mouths, have always had a smooth life from childhood to adulthood.

He was exceptionally smart and outstanding from a young age, always one step ahead of his peers in everything he did.

He felt confident that he would make a name for himself in Winston this time and rise rapidly in his career when he returned to the capital.

He also felt that this strategy was an absolute success.

He had calculated every step.

It's impossible for anything to go wrong.

After this incident, he should become the new king of Winston.

What went wrong?
His heart started racing; it was an old problem of his, something he'd had since childhood, and he had a weak heart.

He hurriedly searched for medicine, while his mind continued to ponder the root of the problem.

What is it?
what exactly is it?
After much thought, one answer finally stuck with me.

Ethan.

An answer he had thought of but didn't want to admit.

That kid.

He initially looked down on that guy, thinking he was just someone who got ahead through luck.

Is Ethan really that amazing?
He finally found his medicine in the drawer, but spilled it while taking it out, and one pill fell on the floor.

He quickly crouched down to look for it, but the medicine rolled straight into the darkness under the table.

Ethan...

Thinking about that name again, and how their plan failed so miserably.

Thinking about the ridicule he would face upon returning to the capital, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

He collapsed right there.

The noise startled Ghosn outside, who quickly opened the door and came in.

"Master!"

Faint cheers could be heard coming from outside the window.

(End of this chapter)