Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 215 -

At that moment the three men staggered to their feet, still reeling from their defeat. Their faces were pale, a mix of fear and disbelief written across them. One of them, clutching his bruised side, stared at Ethan with wide eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded, his voice trembling but laced with defiance.

"You’re strong, but you’re no match for our boss."

The leader, still shaking from his earlier shock, pointed a trembling finger at Ethan.

"You don’t know what you’ve done," he hissed. Read new adventures at novelbuddy

"You’ve put yourself in serious trouble. Our boss doesn’t forgive challenges like this. He’ll kill you."

However Ethan stood tall, his expression calm and unbothered. He looked at them as though their words were a mild inconvenience. "That’s exactly why I’m here," he said, his voice steady and deliberate. "I don’t want to drag this out. I’d rather settle it once and for all."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The men exchanged uneasy glances, realizing Ethan wasn’t bluffing. His tone carried no fear, no hesitation—just an unshakable determination that sent a chill down their spines. For the first time, they wondered if their boss might not have the upper hand after all.

**

The elegant dining room was quiet.

except for the soft clinking sound of cutlery. The boss, a young man with sharp features and an air of authority, sat at the head of the table. His gaze flicked to the ornate clock on the wall, his brow furrowing slightly.

"They should’ve been back by now," he murmured, his tone calm but carrying an undercurrent of irritation.

Across from him, his sister sat gracefully, her posture perfect as she delicately picked at her food. She glanced at him, sensing the tension. Her presence radiated elegance, but her eyes held a quiet strength. She was the reason the men had been sent out—her honor had been insulted, and the offender had dared to try to force himself on her.

"You worry too much," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm. "They’ll return. They always do."

The boss didn’t respond immediately, his eyes narrowing as he took a sip of wine.

"If they don’t return any minutes, it means something went wrong," he said, his tone cold. "And if something went wrong, it means whoever crossed them is still alive."

Before his sister could reply, the door to the dining room burst open. The three men stumbled in, bruised and battered, their once-confident demeanor replaced with abject fear. They didn’t dare look at him as they fell to their knees.

"Boss," the leader of the group stammered, his voice trembling, "we failed. We… we underestimated him."

Upon seeing what just happened.

The boss’s knife hovered above his plate as he turned his sharp gaze to them. His expression remained calm, but there was an unmistakable menace in his eyes. "Who?" he asked coolly, his tone devoid of emotion.

At that moment Ethan stepped into the room behind them, his presence commanding as he walked with measured steps. The men’s apologies grew louder, their voices desperate, but the boss’s attention shifted entirely to the newcomer.

However Ethan stopped a few feet away, his calm gaze meeting the boss. The room went silent, the tension between them thick and unyielding.

The air in the room grew heavy as Ethan and the boss locked eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke, but the tension between them was almost tangible.

Recognition flashed in both their gazes, and an unspoken truth settled between them like a thunderclap.

The boss’s jaw tightened, his composed demeanor faltering for the first time. His mind raced, disbelief flooding him as he stared at Ethan. No... it can’t be. His fingers gripped the edge of the table as if steadying himself. "You," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with shock. "You’re alive?"

At that moment Ethan’s lips curled into a faint, humorless smile, his eyes never leaving the man who once tried to end his life.

"Alive and well," he said, his voice calm but carrying a sharp edge. "What’s the matter? Didn’t think I’d make it?"

The boss’s hands trembled slightly before he quickly masked his reaction, but the disbelief in his eyes betrayed him.

"This has to be some kind of joke," he said, shaking his head.

"You were—" He stopped himself, the words sticking in his throat.

At the moment Ethan’s smile deepened, but there was no warmth in it. "You remember, don’t you?" he said, his tone light but biting. "I remember your face clearly, even from that day. The driver of the truck. My so-called end."

The boss’s sister looked between them, her fork frozen mid-air, her confusion growing.

"What are you two talking about?" she asked cautiously, sensing the shift in the room.

However Ethan ignored her, his gaze still pinned on the boss. He let out a quiet laugh, more to himself than anyone else.

"Here I thought I could keep playing dead until I was ready. Hide in the shadows, rebuild. But look at that—discovered by the very man who tried to kill me."

At that moment the boss leaned back in his chair, his breathing uneven as he tried to process what was happening. Ethan, alive and standing before him, wasn’t just a twist of fate—it was a nightmare.

Then the boss rose from his chair, his movements deliberate but filled with tension. His sister’s brow furrowed as she watched him, sensing something deeply wrong. She turned to him, her voice cautious but firm.

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"Do you know him?" she asked, gesturing toward Ethan.

The boss’s jaw tightened as he glanced at her, his gaze cold.

"He shouldn’t be alive," he said flatly.

"Ethan should be dead."

Ethan’s smirk widened, but his eyes were sharp.

"Oh, I remember that much," he said, his voice calm yet edged with mockery.

"But let’s not pretend this is a surprise for either of us. So, tell me—who sent you? Not that I don’t already know."

However the boss didn’t respond. His face hardened, and instead of words, his hand moved swiftly. From seemingly nowhere, he produced a sleek katana, its blade gleaming under the dining room lights.

Without hesitation, he swung it in a controlled motion, unleashing a powerful wind blade that surged toward Ethan like a tempest.

The attack tore through the air, sharp and lethal.

Immediately gasps erupted from the men and the boss’s sister, who froze in place, unable to comprehend the sudden violence. The wind-like force closed in on Ethan, threatening to tear him apart.

But then, it stopped.

Ethan raised his hand and casually snapped his fingers. The wind blade dissipated instantly, the energy vanishing as if it had never existed. The room fell into stunned silence, the sheer impossibility of what had just happened sinking in.

At that moment Ethan lowered his hand, his expression calm as he looked at the boss. "I’d prefer we talk."