Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 371: [Sunset Glow]

Joseph felt like he hadn't done anything, just helped make two phone calls, and then had afternoon tea in the office.

He wasn't sure if those two calls were of any use. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Most likely not, as he knew what kind of person his brother was, surely he had already been on high alert against him.

As soon as those calls were completed, likely immediately, there was a call from him.

However, Joseph still wasn't worried about anything, he even felt that today's afternoon tea snacks tasted quite good.

Because there really was nothing to worry about.

After all, it was Ethan.

Nothing could faze Ethan.

After experiencing so much, even the hopeless situation after the last assassination at the auction was overturned by Ethan.

Joseph only had two words left for Ethan, blind faith.

He just needed to do as Ethan said, then enjoy his afternoon tea and wait for good news.

Sure enough, before he finished his afternoon tea, his subordinate came in, saying there was a call from Wenster, from Steve.

Joseph picked it up, and Steve briefly said three words: "It's over."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Joseph replied.

Then the call ended.

Truly a worry-free ending.

Joseph hung up the phone and whistled lightly, why did he feel a bit happy?

Indeed, his dear brother had lost once again.

Might as well treat himself to a nice meal tonight.

At the same time.

Since Joseph had received the news, there was no way the Eldest Prince Havenius wouldn't have.

They had already planned to head to the Eldest Prince's mansion for a grand celebratory meal.

However, before they could leave, bad news had come in.

"...Everyone should be dead, Ethan isn't, and he even rescued people."

This news was like a slap in the face for everyone present.

Everyone immediately collected their expressions, and the atmosphere descended once more.

The Eldest Prince unexpectedly whistled and said: "Impressive, truly impressive, this Ethan, maybe we could pull him over to our side? Heisenberg, I remember you're quite familiar with him?"

"We have a bit of a relationship."

Heisenberg had to reply.

"That's good, when he's back in the Royal Capital, treat him to a meal, I really want to meet this artist."

The Eldest Prince didn't seem angry at all, he was continuously praising Ethan's excellence.

No one present could tell what the Prince truly meant.

"Alright, let's go, let's gather at my place, what a great opportunity, let's not waste it, besides, we can still celebrate tonight, celebrate such a great adversary, wouldn't life be boring without such opponents? Moreover, maybe in the not-too-distant future, he'll be one of us."

The Eldest Prince didn't seem to be joking, he stood up first, smiling as he walked towards the door.

The 'inspector' gentleman was the second to stand and followed.

Heisenberg was the last to move, watching those ahead, along with the already-gone Eldest Prince, with deep chill in his heart.

This Prince really is...

Indescribable.

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The scene shifted back under the sky of Wenster.

Even though there was a fierce city gunfight this afternoon, as the smoke cleared, people seemed unfazed and reimmersed themselves in an evening surrounded by seafood, fruits, and wine.

Overseeing the overall situation this afternoon was Eugene.

Don't be fooled by this guy who usually only manages money and looks unremarkable, he has some guts.

Otherwise, during the Sandro turmoil, Ethan wouldn't have made him an insider, responsible for key parts.

The fact proved he could do it.

So this time, the overall battle situation in Wenster was also handed over to Eugene.

He handled it beautifully.

In fact, in seeking external aid, Ethan relied on him.

He usually had close interactions with members of the Sun God Sect who had set up a bank in Wenster.

The establishment of the bank was entirely reliant on the Bolita family's connections, so inviting a few sect followers as fighters was not difficult.

Therefore, the Sun God Sect's members were very diligent in this battle.

Walking out from the Bolita family's most important stronghold, the southern suburb's craft factory, Eugene clicked his tongue at the corpses on the ground.

The opponents were really going all out; if not for some reason today family members were particularly fierce, just based on the opponent's combat power and Wenster's own defensive force, it wouldn't have been able to hold, they could have steamrolled any force.

Even when Sandro was around back then, they wouldn't have been a match.

This is the suppression of a Royal Capital opponent, even tens of thousands of miles apart, it's almost crushing.

If not for some unknown experiences the young master had in the Royal Capital, the Bolita family might have been destroyed.

Praise the young master.

Eugene's respect for Ethan was utterly sincere; from the first meeting, he sensed an inexplicable power in this young man.

He had a feeling this person would either lead the Bolita family to unprecedented heights or into an abyss.

It seems they are still rising now.

Raising his hand, taking a cigarette from a subordinate, lighting it and taking a deep drag, Eugene hardly ever smokes or drinks because these things impair thinking and nerves; he deals with numbers and money daily, his mind must be one hundred percent clear.

But today, this moment, he needed a cigarette.

Smoking while watching the sky, today's sky had beautiful dusk.

Eugene stared at the dusk, he didn't know Wenster's evening could be so beautiful and magnificent.

And such dusk,

many others were watching too.

Ned, Marvin, Steve, they all watched the glow in the sky at this moment.

And Ethan, on the road back to Wenster.

Ethan and his companions had finished dining, and after dropping off the chubby Sindore, they drove straight back.

Wenster wasn't far from Itasca City, and their vehicle was modified, much faster than normal cars.

By now, they were not far from Wenster.

Watching through the car window at the intense evening glow and the looming outline of Wenster.

Ethan couldn't help but touch the emblem on the ring finger of his left hand wrapped with thorns, black mud, and flowers.

The flowers were in full bloom, the thorns still spiraling upwards.

The Kingdom's silhouette had formed, sturdy as the ground, resplendent as the dusk.