The loud banging on the door jolts Ethan awake, and his bleary eyes land on the clock – already past nine.He knows he's in for some scolding as he opens the door, and there stands Ariana."Hope nothing's wrong; you woke up late," she says, her eyes filled with concern."I'm okay, just tired," Ethan replies, and Ariana nods.She turns to leave but abruptly halts, casting an assessing glance up and down Ethan before turning back, leaving him puzzled.Realizing he is late, Ethan rushes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast."What! Where is Ethan?" Mrs. Desmond's voice echoes through the house, reaching the kitchen. The impending facepalm moment has arrived. He hurriedly approaches her."I'm sorry, I woke up late," he mumbles, bowing his head.Then, Mr. Desmond enters, and his wife envelops him in a hug."Where were you all night?" she asks while helping him with his suit."Just had an urgent and serious meeting," he replies, moving further into the room."Good morning, sir," Ethan greets

Ethan sits back in startled disbelief. "Master?" he wonders.Money certainly has the power to change situations dramatically.He decides, "I'm going to add more for you if you put away all the guns and return the people's belongings.""We will do that, Master!" they eagerly agree. They immediately return the stolen items to the passengers, who are bewildered by the man dressed in rags with such influence.Ethan continues, "I'll make another transfer to you, but... I'm sorry, I can't be your master."They drop back to their knees, pleading, "Please, we'll serve you."The leader speaks up, revealing their desperate circumstances, "It's not that we're doing this because we want to. We have to survive. We're just a group of thugs with no leader and nowhere to sleep. You see that gun? We borrowed it.""Oh, I understand. Get up," Ethan says, and they rise to their feet."I can't be your master, but you can work for me from time to time. Give me your contact information," he offers, and they

As the auction concludes and guests begin to depart, Lord Chua, a tall Chinese man with a sharply defined face, maintains an intense gaze on Ethan. Sandra breaks the silence, asking, "What will we do now?". The others have already left, with Ethan promising to contact them later. He decides to take action, saying, "I will go meet him." Approaching Lord Chua, Ethan extends his hand for a handshake, acknowledging, "Hello, Lord Chua. I know you understand English well. Congratulations." Lord Chua's bodyguards are ready to intervene, but he motions for them to stand down, aware of the onlookers. When he takes Ethan's hand, he unexpectedly squeezes it firmly, causing Ethan to grimace quietly. Leaning in closer to Ethan's ear, he whispers ominously, "I am going to kill you for that," before releasing his grip and heading to his car. Ethan moves swiftly, stopping the closing windshield and making an unexpected offer. "I will buy the girl from you for one trillion." The driver, the bo

"What are you doing there?" he asks the boy, apparently named Derek.Derek, a young adult in his early 20s, sniffs, "We... we are being trafficked.""To where and for what?" he curiously inquires."I... I don't know. We were put in this van, and we don't know where we are going. When the van is about to return, I sneak out and manage to escape.""Where are the others?" he probes further."I told you, I don't know," Derek replies.Something big is clearly happening. He returns to the secret house but doesn't drive the van along to maintain the ruse."Where's the van?" Mr. Rex asks.He bows down, "I'm hijacked by some gunmen, I'm sorry."They burst into laughter, each one of them."Good job. Good thing they don't kill you. There is nothing in the van. We just use it as a distraction.""You use me as a distraction?" he points out, his voice shifting."Yes, and so?" Mr. Desmond responds.He faces Mr. Desmond, determination in his eyes. "I'm not working for you again. I'd rather sleep on t

To thwart the cunning plans of the elusive Mr. Ben and his organization, Ethan takes action. He calls upon Black Scorpion, putting him into motion with a straightforward mission: trail them, capture them, and recover the stolen ID cards."Sandra, why do you think the system chose me out of all people?" Ethan asks Sandra, curious about his unique role."Because they did you unfairly, and you were about to die. I'd say the system pitied you," Sandra responds.Ethan nods, pondering his recent missions. "The missions the system has given me revolve around me and that secret organization. The main reason, I think, is that I am the only person close to them."Sandra repeatedly nods in agreement. "What baffles me is how this system can provide money and upgrades."Ethan grins mischievously. "Don't try to trace the root of my system before it gives me a mission to smack your face... that is some cool money, you know."Sandra scoffs playfully, and Derek, sitting quietly, wonders what they are