Chapter 41
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At that moment, the three Petersons finally showed extreme panic.
Ray stammered, "Mr. Lee, w-we can still negotiate. If you agree to spare us, I can work for you. I have many years of experience in the political arena and countless political resources. I can bring you great benefits."
Jackson and the others stepped forward, sneering, "Political resources? Do you have more than us?"
Ray forced a smile, "I also have many businesses. If you are willing, Mr. Lee, I can give you everything."
Jason stepped forward, "If the Master wishes, trillions in assets can be mobilized at will. Do you think he cares about your small assets? Besides, all the Peterson family assets are probably already gone!" Jason's gaze turned icy.
Ray suddenly realized, with despair, that he had nothing left to offer.
Ethan looked at Eason, who was hiding behind his parents. He said coldly, "Eason, now, can we have a chat?"
Swoosh.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ghost Wolf dashed past Ethan and grabbed Eason, flinging him in front of Ethan.
Ray and Freya looked nervous; they were just about to step forward when a cold blade appeared in front of them.
Ghost Wolf said coldly, "Anyone who moves, dies."
Eason was just about to get up when he looked up and met Ethan's icy gaze. He screamed in fear and begged for mercy, "Mr. Lee, I'm sorry! This was all a misunderstanding! I only asked Scorpion to teach you a lesson. I didn't tell him to kill anyone! Scorpion was the one who killed your father-in-law. It has nothing to do with me!"
A slight smile appeared on Ethan's lips. "Nothing to do with you?" Ethan's eyes flashed with cold light, and a knife flew from his hand. There was a scream as a steel blade pierced through Eason's knee, making it impossible for him to move. To make matters worse for Eason, he was stuck, facing Charles' coffin.
Eason cried out, "Ah! My leg! It hurts so much! Dad! Mom! Help me, I'm dying!"
Then, Ezra stepped forward, "Don't worry, with me here, even if you want to die, you won't."
Ezra walked over to Eason and took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, dripping it onto Eason's wound.
Eason gratefully said, "You're a doctor? Great, stop the bleeding quickly, I... ah, something's wrong! What did you apply on me?"
Ezra coldly replied, "This is a potion I developed myself. Its effect is to stimulate your nerves and amplify the pain tenfold."
Eason screamed even more miserably, his cries piercing the night sky. "Ah!!!" He clutched his wound as veins bulged on his forehead. They bulged so hard that looked like they were about to burst at any moment.
Freya couldn't believe what she was seeing, her heart ached as she watched her son cry for help. "Eason! My son!" At the same time, deep hatred flashed in her eyes. "Ethan! Don't push us too far! A relative from the Bell family will be here soon! Once he arrives, all your so-called power will mean nothing! No matter how strong you are, you are nothing before him!"
Ethan chuckled lightly, "Oh? I'm curious, who is this powerful figure that gives you such confidence?"
At that moment, a young man in white slowly walked over from a distance. Tall and dignified, he exuded an air of nobility and authority. Seeing the young man, Freya's face lit up with joy. "He's here! He's finally here!"
Freya said triumphantly, "Ethan, do you see? He is the Bell family’s biggest backer, enabling us to stand firm in Crownspire and rank among the top ten aristocratic families! He is my nephew, Samuel Bell, the Parish Leader of the North American Diocese, a great philanthropist and philosopher!"
Freya proudly declared, "Samuel has been listed by the church as a candidate to be ranked among the top ten prophets of the new century. If you dare harm him, you will face the church's wrath and be burned at the stake!"
Hearing this, some onlookers were overcome with shock, slowly bowing their heads to show their respect. They had heard of Samuel's reputation but did not know he was Freya's nephew.
Samuel walked slowly toward Ethan as Jackson, Ezra, and the others all stepped back. The tense standoff dissipated with Samuel's arrival.
Freya and Ray exchanged a glance as smug smiles appeared on their faces. This was what they were hoping for; with Samuel's prestige, anyone who dared to oppose the Parish Leader would be considered a demon.
Stopping within three steps of Ethan, Samuel paused. Ethan, sitting in a wheelchair, showed no emotion, not even lifting his eyelids.
Seeing Samuel, Eason immediately cried out, "Samuel, save me! Please save me!" His face twisted with pain and shouted, "Samuel, you're finally here! You have to kill him and avenge me!"
Samuel calmly looked at Eason's injured leg. "Is this the leg that hurts?"
Eason, full of hatred, said, "Yes, I want to break this b*stard's legs myself. I want him never to stand up again in his life! And as for his wife, I'll get a hundred men and..."
Before Eason could finish, Samuel suddenly raised his foot and stomped down mercilessly. With a crack, Eason's other leg was broken.
Freya's smile froze instantly. She said in disbelief, "Samuel, he's your cousin!"
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