Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 244 -

At that moment Ethan scanned the room, his sharp eyes catching the subtle movements of men emerging from shadowed corners. Each one held a weapon, their postures rigid with determination.

Again he folded his arms across his chest, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Impressive theatrics," Ethan remarked, his tone carrying a calm mockery that made the tension in the room thicken.

"So, this is your big plan? Lock me in and parade your puppets?"

He chuckled softly, the sound unnervingly calm.

"Do you really think this is enough to stop me?"

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The master leaned back in his chair with a smug expression, his fingers steepled under his chin as if he were conducting a game.

"Ethan, you underestimate the gravity of your situation. The mansion is sealed. No one gets in or out unless I say so. Now use your so-called connections, make your calls—whatever you need to do. Otherwise, you’ll be spending the night here. Permanently and I would decide your faith."

Ethan tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he regarded the master.

"And who exactly is supposed to keep me here?" He gestured toward the guards without breaking eye contact.

"These… imbeciles?"

The insult hung heavy in the air, the word cutting like a blade.

At that moment one of the guards bristled, his grip tightening on his weapon, but the master raised a hand, signaling him to wait. A flicker of irritation crossed the master’s face, quickly masked by his arrogance.

" I can see you’ve got a sharp tongue, Ethan," the master said, leaning forward.

"But I’ll soon have you begging for forgiveness." He turned to his guards, his voice sharp and commanding. "Bring him to his knees."

The guards moved as one, their footsteps echoing in the spacious room.

However Ethan remained rooted in place, his arms dropping to his sides.

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At that moment he exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable as the first man lunged.

"Let’s see if you can back that up," Ethan murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

The room was thick with anticipation, every pair of eyes locked on the unfolding scene.

The first guard strode forward with unwavering confidence, his grip on his weapon tightening as he neared Ethan. But before he could make a move, Ethan calmly reached into his coat and revealed his staff. Without so much as a swing, the guard collapsed to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut, his body lifeless.

Upon seeing what just just happened, they couldn’t believe their eyes.

Immediately gasps echoed through the room, a ripple of unease spreading among the remaining guards.

The air grew even more thick with tension, and for a brief moment, no one dared to breathe.

Immediately the master’s eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering across his face as he waved another guard forward.

"Check him," the master ordered sharply.

However the designated man hesitated but eventually bent down to inspect his fallen comrade. After a few tense moments, he rose to his feet, his face pale and voice trembling.

"He’s… he’s dead."

The words landed like a bomb in the room.

Immediately The master’s smug confidence faltered, and murmurs erupted among the family members and guards. Fear began to creep into their eyes, their bravado cracking under the weight of the moment.

they all thought Ethan would be on his knees begging for mercy already.

but for some reason he just killed someone with even doing anything.

At that moment they all started gazing at each other trying to understand what just happened.

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At that moment Ethan’s voice sliced through the chaos like a blade, calm yet laced with authority.

"So, who’s next?"

Immediately his gaze swept the room, landing on each face as though he were assessing their worth.

"Who wants to die next?"

The words were not shouted but spoken with a chilling certainty that sent shivers down spines.

At that moment the guards exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier confidence now a distant memory, none of them want to be the first to challenge Ethan, not after what just happened.

The master opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Ethan stood firm, his staff glinting under the chandelier light.

"Make your decision quickly," he added, his tone cold and deliberate. "I don’t have all night."

The air seemed to thicken with an unseen force as Ethan’s words echoed through the room, his calm demeanor sending a ripple of unease through everyone present. The master’s jaw tightened, his confidence faltering as he barked out an order, his voice sharp and commanding.

"Five of you! Bring him down now!"

Immediately five guards stepped forward, their movements hesitant but obedient. They marched toward Ethan, their weapons ready. Yet, before they could even lift a hand, their bodies crumpled to the ground, lifeless, as though an invisible force had yanked the life from them.

The room froze again.

Gasps and horrified murmurs erupted among the onlookers. The master’s face paled as he gripped the edge of his chair, his once smug expression replaced by shock. His lips quivered, searching for words, but nothing came out.

"This… this isn’t possible," one family member whispered, his voice trembling.

Ethan’s gaze swept over the room again, cold and unyielding. His grip tightened on his staff, and with a deliberate motion, he stamped it firmly against the floor. A low, resonating hum echoed through the mansion like a warning bell.

Before anyone could react, every armed guard in the room collapsed where they stood.

Their weapons clattered to the floor as their lifeless bodies slumped against furniture or sprawled across the marble tiles.

Seeing what just happened the once-confident master rose halfway from his chair, his mouth agape in disbelief.

Immediately his family cowered behind him, their faces etched with terror.

Panic set in, and whispers filled the air, but Ethan silenced them with a single, icy question. His voice was steady, yet it carried the weight of absolute authority.

"Who’s going to stop me now?"