THE TYCOON IS QUADRILLIONAIRE HEIR

Chapter 3

"Damn, I can already imagine how you taste" he remarked.

"Let's leave this lowlife and have fun in one of the rooms here,"

Ethan was in a terrible mood, yet the hoodlum still dared to chatter incessantly in his ear, which only made him angrier.

“Get away, and don't make me repeat myself!” Ethan's voice was cold.

“Oh? And who do you think you are, meddling where you're not wanted?” The thug finally shifted his gaze to Ethan, grabbing his collar arrogantly.

Ethan looked at the hoodlum indifferently, and surprisingly, his gaze made the hoodlum feel a bit intimidated.

“You...” The thug was about to say something tough to bolster his courage when Ethan's fist came flying in.

His fist punched the thug's face heavily, causing him to start bleeding from his nose.

The crowd gasped in unison as their face turned pale with shock and fear. The thug was a notorious regular at the pub and many of the patrons amongst the crowd knew his reputation and that of his brother, the Mafia who often troops in with a gang like he owns the pub. They watched in horror and feared that Ethan would soon be dead meat.

"Arrr, What did you just do?" he asked angrily, seeing the blood that gushed out of his nose.

The thug's face reddened with rage and embarrassment as he stood up, his fists clenched tightly.

The bloodstains had entered his clothes, and without caring about the injury on his head, he trailed his eyes around him, looking for anything that he could throw at Ethan.

His eyes fell on a bottle; without wasting any time, he took the bottle and swung it towards Ethan's direction.

Ethan slightly bent his head, dodging the attack.

With a smirk on his face, he took some steps closer to him, the more Ethan walked towards where the thug stood, the more afraid he seemed by taking a step back.

"You're scared?" Ethan asked, nonchalantly.

"Oh I promise you that you'll be the scared cat in a minute" He responded, boldly with a smirk at the corner of his lips.

Before Ethan could respond, the door clicked open and the room turned pin drop silent immediately.

Ethan turned his back, gazing at the man that just walked in. He looked so much like the thug but more mature.

"Brother! Come save me! This guy actually dared to hit me on your turf! I want to break his arms and legs and make him kneel down to apologize to me!"

Seeing his mafia boss brother arrive, the thug excitedly shouted.

James' face darkened. Seeing his younger brother covered in wounds, he coldly asked, "So, you're the one who dared to lay hands on my brother in my bar? Kid, you've got some guts!"

Ethan remained indifferent, casually playing with the glass in his hand, a smirk on his lips as he looked at James. "Yeah, it was me. Got a problem with that?"

James was enraged by Ethan's expression and let out a cold laugh. "Good. It's been a long time since someone dared to talk to me like this. Boys, did you hear my brother? Break his arms and legs! Make him kneel and apologize!"

As he spoke, James' gaze landed on Rosanna, a lecherous smile creeping onto his face.

"Don't hurt the woman. I want this bastard to watch as I have my fun with her. And when I'm done, you all can have your turn too!"

Rosanna's face turned pale. She trembled all over, praying that Ethan had another plan.

Ethan calmly adjusted his clothes. As the gangsters rushed at him, he remained unfazed.

With his combat skills, these men were no different from kindergarten children.

A series of screams echoed through the bar. No one even saw Ethan’s movements before the first thug went flying three meters back, crashing through several tables.

Ethan showed no mercy. Like a hunting leopard, he charged into the crowd, throwing punches and kicks. In less than a minute, all the gangsters were lying on the ground, moaning in pain.

"W-Who the hell are you?!" James' face turned pale, his whole body trembling.

Ethan’s clothes didn’t even have a wrinkle. He casually straightened them and gave James a cold look.

"Which gang are you with? Call your boss for backup. Let’s see if he can save you."

James was furious at Ethan’s words and gritted his teeth. "I’m with Los Lobos! Just you wait, my boss won’t let you get away with this!"

With that, he hastily dialed a number, crying out, "Boss, there's a tough guy causing trouble in the bar! Hurry up and send someone to save me!"

However, Ethan sneered, walked up to James, and snatched the phone from his hand.

"Antonio Gomez? This is Ethan. Keep your dogs away from me, or next time, it won’t just be a small lesson."

Then, ignoring the shocked gazes around him, Ethan casually tossed the phone back to James.

James' face was filled with disbelief. His hands trembled as he picked up the phone again, only to be greeted by an angry roar from the other end.

Ethan sat back down, comforting Rosanna. She was completely stunned—wasn't Los Lobos supposed to be a fearsome gang? How had Ethan resolved everything with just a few words?

The shouting on the other end of the phone stopped, and James immediately put on a fawning smile. He crawled toward Ethan on his knees.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ethan! We were too rude and made your visit here unpleasant. I sincerely apologize!"

Seeing James groveling, the surrounding people were in complete shock.

"What are you all standing around for? Get over here and apologize to Mr. Ethan!" James turned and shouted at his terrified younger brother.

"S-Sorry… Mr. Ethan…" The thug had completely lost his arrogance and quickly knelt down, bowing his head in submission.

"Enough. Get lost. You've ruined my mood."

Ethan downed the last sip of his drink, then got up and left the bar with Rosanna.

Meanwhile, in the crowd, an olive skin tone girl stood, watching Ethan's every move. She took her phone out of her pocket and went through her call log.

"Oh my god, Dana, you will never guess what just happened!"

The girl exclaimed, her face full of shock.