Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 372 [Sunset Glow]

Joseph felt he hadn't done anything special; he'd just made two phone calls and then had afternoon tea in his office.

He didn't know if making those two phone calls would actually make a difference.

It's highly unlikely to work; he knows exactly what kind of person his brother is and must have already been keeping a close watch on him.

Those two calls had barely finished when he received another call from him.

However, Joseph was still not worried at all; he even thought the afternoon tea snacks tasted quite good.

Because there's really nothing to worry about.

That's Ethan.

Nothing can stump Ethan.

After going through so much, even the seemingly hopeless situation following the assassination attempt at the last auction was turned around by Ethan.

Joseph could only describe Ethan with two words: superstition.

All he had to do was do as Ethan said, then enjoy his afternoon tea and wait for good news.

Sure enough, before he had even finished his afternoon tea, his men came in and said there was a phone call from Winston, from Steve.

After Joseph answered the call, Steve simply said three words: "It's over."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Joseph replied.

Then the call ended.

What a worrying ending!

Joseph hung up the phone and whistled softly. Why was he in such a good mood?

That's right, his dear brother lost again.

Why don't I treat myself to something nice tonight?

at the same time.

Since Joseph had received the message, it was impossible for Prince Havensius not to have received it as well.

They were originally planning to go to the eldest prince's residence to celebrate with a big meal.

As a result, before they even left the house, bad news had already arrived.

"...Everyone should be dead, but Ethan is alive. He even rescued them."

These words were like a slap in the face to everyone.

Everyone instantly composed themselves, and the atmosphere became somber once again.

The eldest prince suddenly whistled and said, "Impressive, really impressive. Is it possible that we can poach Ethan from over there? Heisenberg, I remember you're quite familiar with him, aren't you?"

"We have some kind of relationship."

Heisenberg had no choice but to answer.

"That's good. When he returns to the capital, I'll treat him to a meal. I really want to meet this great artist."

The eldest prince didn't seem angry at all; he just kept praising Ethan's excellence.

None of those present knew what His Highness meant.

"Alright, let's go to my house for a get-together. What a great opportunity! Don't waste it. Besides, we can still celebrate tonight. Celebrate having such a good rival. Wouldn't life be very boring without such a rival? And maybe in the near future, he will become one of us."

The eldest prince didn't seem to be joking; he stood up first and walked towards the door with a smile.

The 'scrutinizing' gentleman was the second to get up and follow.

Heisenberg walked at the back, looking at the people in front of him and the eldest prince who was no longer there, a deep chill running through his heart.

This prince is truly...

Difficult to describe.

The camera then returns to the sky above Winston.

Despite the fierce gun battle that took place in the city this afternoon, people seemed unaffected as the smoke cleared, and they returned to enjoying the evening surrounded by seafood, fruit, and fine wine.

Eugenides is in charge of overseeing the overall situation this afternoon.

Don't let his money-obsessed nature and unremarkable appearance fool you; he's got some guts.

Otherwise, Ethan wouldn't have used him as an inside man and put him in charge of a crucial role during the Sandro Rebellion.

As it turns out, he was capable of doing it.

Therefore, this time, the overall command of the battle in Winston was also handed over to Eugenid.

He did a great job.

Even in finding foreign aid, Ethan still relied on him.

He usually maintained close ties with members of the Sun God Church who ran a bank in Winston.

The bank was able to open entirely thanks to the connections of the Poletta family, so hiring a few cult members as henchmen was not difficult.

Therefore, the members of the Sun God Cult also fought very hard in this battle.

As Eugenid walked out of the Pauleta family's most important stronghold, the craft factory in the southern suburbs, he kept clicking his tongue as he looked at the corpses on the ground.

The opponents are truly fighting with everything they have. If it weren't for the fact that the family members are exceptionally powerful today, the opponents' combat strength alone would have been insufficient to defend Winster's own defensive capabilities. They could have easily swept away any force.

Even when Sandro was around, he probably wouldn't have been a match for him.

This is the overwhelming power of the enemy in the capital; even from a distance of tens of thousands of miles, they are almost completely crushed.

If it weren't for what the young master had gone through in the capital, the Poletta family might have truly been wiped out.

Praise the young master.

Eugenid genuinely and completely admired Ethan; from their very first meeting, he sensed an indescribable power within this young man.

He had a feeling that this person would either lead the Poletta family to unprecedented heights or plunge them into an abyss.

It seems they are still on the rise.

He reached out and took a cigarette from his subordinate, lit it, and took a deep drag. Eugenid rarely smoked or drank, because these things were detrimental to his thinking and nerves. He was someone who dealt with numbers and money all day long, and his mind had to be 100% clear.

But today, at this moment, he has to have a cigarette.

I was smoking a cigarette while looking at the sky. Today, the sky had a very beautiful sunset.

Eugenid stared at the sunset, unaware that the evening in Winston was so beautiful and magnificent.

And such a sunset.

There are still many people watching.

Ned, Marvin, and Steve were all looking at the sunset at that moment.

And there's Ethan, who's on his way back to Winster.

Ethan and his group had finished their meal. After dropping off Fatty Sindorei, they drove straight back.

Winster and Itasca are not far apart, and their car was modified, making it much faster than a regular car.

By this time, Winster was not far away.

Looking out the car window at the rich sunset and the already faint outline of Winston, I could see the sky.

Ethan couldn't help but touch the emblem on his left ring finger again, which was wrapped with thorns, black mud, and flowers.

The flowers are in full bloom, but the thorns are still spiraling upwards.

The outline of the kingdom has already taken shape on a solid foundation, as radiant as the sunset.

(End of this chapter)