Chapter 192
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Meanwhile, Joonas forced Harlan’s right hand onto the table.
A sharp, putrid smell hit Brenna, making her wrinkle her nose in disgust. Harlan had peed himself in fear.
Brenna said to Ethan, “It’s disgusting here. Let’s leave the matter to Thiago and Joonas. We can go now.”
Ethan checked his watch and nodded. “It’s about time for dinner. Let’s go eat something,” he said.
Harlan, paralyzed with fear, screamed frantically, “No, please, don’t do this! Name any price—I’ll pay it! I’ll even hand over part of my family’s business…”
His pleas fell on deaf ears. Thiago gripped a gleaming knife and drove it into the table with a sharp thud. “Begging won’t change anything now. When you forced my mother to take that destructive substance, do you remember how she and I begged you? Did you show any mercy back then?” he said.
“Ahhh—”
A sharp cry rang out from Harlan as three of his fingers were severed.
Brenna didn’t stay to witness it. She and Ethan had already left. Before their car could pull away, a fleet of black vehicles swerved in, blocking their path.
Ethan’s expression hardened as he watched a familiar figure step out of the lead car—Brandon. His unexpected return was anything but friendly.
Brandon came from a powerful family with deep political roots spanning generations. He had always been respected, admired, and flattered his entire life. Suffering humiliation was something he had never experienced—and he wasn’t about to let the matter slide.
A series of loud thuds echoed as the doors of the surrounding cars swung shut after the people inside emerged. Dozens of men in black suits appeared, each gripping an iron rod, looking ruthless.
𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑬: 𝒈⋅𝒂𝒍⋅𝒏⋅𝒐𝒗⋅𝒆𝒍⋅𝒔⋅𝒄𝒐⋅𝒎
Brenna cast a glance at them and said to Ethan, “We’re outnumbered.”
Ethan remained unfazed. “So what? This is my territory. Do they really think they can stir up trouble for me here?”
Before Brenna could respond, another wave of people spilled out from the Imperial Bar, swiftly surrounding Brenna and Ethan’s car to protect them.
Brandon had clearly anticipated this. Holding an iron rod, he stepped forward, positioning himself directly in front of Ethan’s vehicle. “Mr. Mitchell, do you have the courage to take me one-on-one?”
The men from the Imperial Bar showed no fear of Brandon. They didn’t even need Ethan’s command. Joonas strode forward and delivered a powerful punch straight to Brandon’s nose. “Who do you think you are, challenging Mr. Mitchell?” he said coldly.
Few dared to challenge Ethan’s authority. In moments like this, it was only natural for Joonas to step in personally. As a trained fighter with considerable strength, he had every intention of teaching Brandon a lesson, and he didn’t hold back.
Brandon let out a painful cry, clutching his nose as a stream of hot blood flowed through his fingers.
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