"This outfit is pretty good.” Ethan took a deep breath, smoothing the lapels of the black suit that framed his body perfectly. The dark blue silk tie he wore looked neat, tied with precision, adding a sense of elegance to his appearance. His black leather shoes gleamed, reflecting the light of the street lamps as he stepped out of his apartment.At the curb, a taxi pulled up after he waved. Ethan opened the door with a quiet gesture, then got inside. The light scent of car fragrance filled the air inside the cabin. He showed his cell phone to the taxi driver so he could see the address Hugo had sent him.Ethan firmly said to the driver, “Take me to this place.”The taxi glided down the night streets, while Ethan stared out the window. His fingers tapped slowly, feeling impatient to see his own company.Ever since Ethan left the organization 3 years ago, he assigned Morrison to take care of his money by taking over the Vise Group. After that Ethan got married and didn't know how Vise

Hugo stepped forward, turned the doorknob gracefully, then pushed it slowly. He smiled respectfully at Ethan. “Please, Mr. Ethan. This is your room.”The room behind the door exuded undeniable elegance. The crystal chandelier reflected warm light onto the walls decorated with classical ornaments. A large mahogany table stood firmly in the center, with leather swivel chairs that looked inviting to sit on. A relaxed but dignified atmosphere filled the air.Ethan stepped inside without hesitation. His leather shoes made a soft sound as they touched the shiny marble floor. He walked slowly towards the swivel chair behind the desk, then sat down in a relaxed yet authoritative manner. The backrest of the chair accepted his back comfortably, while both hands rested on the arms of the chair. He turned the chair slightly, looking at Hugo who stood with a proud smile.Hugo looked relieved, like a heavy burden had finally been lifted. The small smile on his face signaled undisguised happiness. H

The old wooden door creaked softly as Ethan pushed it with his fingertips. Cold air mixed with damp smells greeted him immediately, like the scent of a long-locked basement. His footsteps were barely audible as he entered the building, as if the dusty old floor didn't want to betray his presence. Sunlight only slipped through a few small cracks in the windows.Ethan scanned the room. Nearly collapsed wooden shelves stood along the walls, filled with dusty bottles and almost illegible labels. The traces of time were clearly imprinted on every corner of the store, from the shabby carpet to the cracked ceiling. He stepped up to the glass display case in the center of the room, looked at the soberly displayed goods, then pressed the small bell on the counter. The sharp clinking sound echoed in the silence, as if disturbing the sleeping souls in the place.A man appeared, wearing a neat black suit with a crimson bow tie. His appearance contrasted with the condition of the building, but the

Ethan stood at the edge of the gravel road, his boots touching the ground damp with morning dew. Fresh air slipped into his lungs, carrying the distinctive scent of wet leaves and a hint of clay. She took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. The cold air mixed with her hot exhale, forming a light mist in the morning.“How long have I been without air like this?” he murmured softly, his eyes gazing at the dense forest on the other side.A wooden signpost stood askew on the side of the road, the writing slightly faded, but still legible: Dogu. Ethan touched the board with a finger, the wood rough and mossy. The village felt unfamiliar to him, but his steps remained steady following the small road that led to it.Along the way, the sound of children's laughter echoed. Some ran around in bare feet, sending dust into the air. A small boy held a battered kite, its string tied tightly in his hand. Ethan glanced at them, the corners of his lips lifting slightly-a rare smile.However, the peace

“UAARGH!” The bearded man's shout echoed, breaking the silence. His eyes bulged wildly, his breath caught as if his heart was about to be ripped out of his chest. Panicking, he jumped backwards. However, his head slammed into a glass display case. The sparkle of shattered glass filled the air as her body staggered. The world seemed to shake in her eyes, spinning uncontrollably.Ethan took a step forward. Slowly, but each step felt like a rumble. The air vibrated as if his presence ruled the room. Those fiery red eyes stared straight, piercing, making the bearded man's blood freeze.His hand reached into his jacket pocket, searching for the remaining shotgun shells. His fingers trembled violently, like leaves shaken by a storm. A bullet fell out of his grasp, sliding to the floor because of his hands that he couldn't control in fear. “Damn it!”The bearded man cursed repeatedly, his face growing pale, almost as if there was no blood left in his body. With trembling hands, he cocked the