For a moment, Ethan didn't do anything.He just sat there, his hand still wrapped around the large man's fist, his expression calm and unbothered, as if this entire situation was nothing more than a minor inconvenance.The large man continued to struggle, his face red, his muscles straining, sweat dripping down his forehead.But then, without warning, Ethan let go.The large man stumbled backward slightly, caught off guard by the sudden release, his fist flying back toward his own body.But before he could even register what had happened—before he could take a breath, before he could steady himself—Ethan's other hand moved.It wasn't a heavy punch. Not really.It was light. Quick. Almost casual.But the impact—The impact was devastating.Ethan's fist connected with the large man's face, and in that instant, something snapped.Teeth.Two of them—maybe three—flew out of the large man's mouth, spinning through the air in different directions, trailing arcs of blood behind them like tiny

Ethan's voice remained steady, calm, unbothered by the eyes fixed on him from every corner of the restaurant."And when the problem began," he continued, his tone even and measured, "you would notice—when you inspect what actually happened—that I was not the aggressor. I did not start this."He paused, letting his words sink in."So you cannot expect me to fold my hands while somebody decides to destroy me. While somebody decides to attack me. While somebody tries to kill me."His eyes swept across the security guards, then to Marcus, then to the guests watching in stunned silence."I replicated what they planned for me," Ethan said simply. "I gave them back exactly what they intended to do to me. That is exactly what happened."He straightened slightly, his posture relaxed but his voice firm. "If they had gone so far as to try to kill me, then I would not hold back. I would kill them in return. It's that simple."The restaurant erupted.Gasps. Whispers. Shocked murmurs rippling throu

At that moment, upon hearing what the security guard had just said, Ethan's expression shifted.Not to fear. Not to uncertainty.To something colder. Something darker."It's none of your business," Ethan said quietly, his voice edged with steel. "None of your business at all who I am or what I am."The security guard opened his mouth to respond, to say something—anything—to try to regain control of the situation.But before a single word could leave his lips—*THUD.*A heavy kick landed squarely on the guard's ribs.The impact was devastating.The guard's body lifted off the ground, his arms flailing, his legs kicking uselessly in the air.He flew sideways not backward this time, but to the side his body spinning slightly as it hurtled through the air.He crashed directly into the table where Marcus Chen had been sitting.The table where the expensive bottles of wine had been arranged. Where the crystal glasses had been placed. Where the luxurious appetizers had been displayed.*CRASH

At that moment, upon hearing what the twin brother from hell had just said, Marcus was utterly shocked.Completely blindsided.He had expected at the very least—some kind of special treatment from them.Some recognition of who he was. Some acknowledgment of his status, his power, his influence.He had expected them to speak to him the way reasonable people spoke to someone of his standing—with respect, with deference, with at least a basic level of courtesy.But instead Instead, they had spoken to him like he was nothing.Like he was an annoyance. A nuisance. A fly buzzing around their heads.They had embarrassed him. Disgraced him. Humiliated him in front of everyone.And he had been nothing but friendly to them.Marcus's jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, his breathing quickening.But then reality set in, Cold. Hard. Undeniable.These were the twins from hell.These were not men you could talk back to. Not men you could scold or complain to or demand respect

At that moment in time, the two security guards started walking toward Ethan, their heavy boots echoing sharply against the polished floor.Each step was deliberate. Menacing. Purposeful.The sound reverberated through the silent restaurant like a drumbeat, building tension with every strike.The remaining guests pressed themselves harder against the walls, their breathing shallow, their eyes wide.One of the guards stopped a few feet away from Ethan, his lips curling into a sneer."So you're the bastard," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're the one acting smart, talking to our masters the way you see fit. You think you can actually do all these things and go scot-free with it?"He paused, his eyes narrowing. "Is that what you were thinking?"He shook his head slowly, his smile widening into something cruel. "Well, sadly, that is not going to happen. Sadly, your cockiness ends here."Both guards began cracking their knuckles, the sharp popping sounds echoing through the