Chapter9:
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But at this moment, Dallas was standing at the door like a subordinate, bowing respectfully, as if welcoming a very important figure.
Chester's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he stared at the door.
Could it be that someone even more powerful than Dallas Valdez had arrived?
Everyone turned their gaze towards the door, feeling that the person arriving must far surpass Dallas in status.
But they only saw a middle-aged man in a white T-shirt hurriedly walking in.
Everyone held their breath.
They all recognized this man; it was Fabian Arnold, the richest man in Whispering District.
They often saw him on TV; he was a billionaire. The Arnold family's real estate spanned across Whispering District, and he was truly a prominent figure.
After entering, Fabian anxiously scanned the room, finally rushing over to Ethan and kneeling on the ground: “I have frightened Mr. Wang; my crime is unforgivable!" Fabian said.
Dallas, seeing this, was terrified, immediately kneeling before Ethan and bowing his head: “Dallas also deserves punishment!"
Dallas was completely bewildered.
Just a moment ago, he was enjoying a candlelit dinner with his young lover, relishing their private time together.
Then Fabian called, telling him to bring his men to Silver Fork restaurant, saying someone needed help and that he should go provide some support.
At that time, Dallas didn't think much of it—he assumed someone had asked Fabian for help.
After all, Fabian was so wealthy; many people sought favors from him.
Dallas found nothing strange about it.
But when he saw Fabian kneeling before Mr. Wang, Dallas felt like his world had expanded.
This wasn't helping someone!
In the whole of Crimson City, not many people could make someone like Fabian kneel.
Each of them was a legendary figure with immense power.
Who on earth was this Mr. Wang?
Dallas didn't dare think further.
At this moment, the atmosphere seemed to have stalled.
The minds of the four journalists, Chester, Albert, and Sonia, were spinning.
Wasn't he just acquiring Silver Fork restaurant?
How could he make the richest man in Whispering District kneel before him, looking like a dog before its master?
How terrifying was his true identity?
No one dared think further.
Ethan clasped his hands behind his back, not asking them to get up, so they continued kneeling there.
After a while, Ethan finally spoke: “Are these two the only ones here who understand the situation?"
"Mr. Wang, I am deeply sorry!" Chester seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly kneeling and repeatedly kowtowing: “Chester was blind, deserving of death. I await Mr. Wang's judgment!"
Even if Chester was a fool, he now knew he had offended someone he absolutely could not afford to offend!
Ethan raised three fingers: “It seems only three people here understand."
Chester glared at Albert: “Albert, do you want to die?"
Only then did Albert snap out of it, falling to his knees and kowtowing in panic: “I'm sorry, Ethan. I didn't know you were such a powerful figure and spoke out of turn. Please just think of it as nonsense and let it slide."
Even if Albert was dumb, he knew now that this Ethan was untouchable by the Nicholas family. He was certain Ethan could easily ensure he'd never see another sunrise!
Fabian's wealth far surpassed that of the Nicholas family, yet Fabian treated Ethan like a deity. Albert had lived many years, but this was the first time he'd been this frightened.
Still, he couldn't understand.
How could a worthless live-in son-in-law of the Nicholas family suddenly rise to such heights?
The four journalists also kowtowed and begged, like chickens pecking at rice.
Ethan sighed: “I said before, I wanted to keep a low profile, but you insisted on making a scene.
Couldn't you just peacefully stay at Silver Fork and wash dishes?"
"Yes, I could!" Albert was almost in tears. Could he say no?
Ethan continued: “Coming here to wash dishes after work every day, wouldn't that be good?"
"Yes, very good!" Albert's face turned pale, and he seemed to see himself as the headline of the news, becoming the laughingstock of all of Crimson City.
After he got promoted to general manager, he'd still have to come here every day to wash dishes—how could people not laugh themselves to death?
But Ethan's next words made Albert realize he was overthinking it.
Ethan turned to Fabian: “Your job is to supervise Albert. Every day after work, he has to come here to wash dishes. Understand?"
Fabian said, delighted: “Understood! Rest assured, Mr. Wang, I will arrange everything properly."
Fabian, accustomed to being aloof, was usually the one giving orders. If anyone ever tried to boss him around, he would find it intolerable.
But today, when Ethan gave him orders, he felt nothing but relief and a bit of joy.
Because the person who had called Fabian earlier, asking him to come to Silver Fork, was someone far beyond his reach.
Ethan nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Chester, smiling: “Earlier, you wanted me to kneel and apologize, right? And to compensate you with a bottle of Balance, yes?"
Chester's hair stood on end, and he kowtowed, pleading: “Chester deserves to die! I'm willing to give ten million as a gift to make amends. Please, Mr. Wang, forgive me..."
"Ten million, and you think I'll forgive you?" Ethan laughed, then said to Rain, standing beside him: “When did my forgiveness become so cheap?"
Rain sneered: “Previously, someone offered a hundred billion, asking for Mr. Wang's forgiveness.
In the end, Mr. Wang asked them, 'How much is your head worth?'"
Chester trembled, saying: “How much do you want, Mr. Wang? Name your price."
Ethan pointed to his right arm: “How much do you think that arm is worth?"
Chester felt dizzy, immediately shouting: “I'm willing to give everything I have to keep my arm!"
Ethan shook his head: “Money can be earned again. Once an arm is lost, it can't be recovered.
Some things—you won't understand the price of offending me until you bleed! I want that arm!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Rain swung the knife from her sleeve in a flash.
An arm fell to the ground, blood spraying everywhere.
The blue carpet was stained bright red.
Chester's screams of agony echoed through the room.
Rain remained behind Ethan, and no one saw her draw the knife, nor put it away, nor even move at all.
At a distance of three meters, Chester’s arm was severed like that.
The entire room fell silent.
“Convinced now?” Ethan’s lips curled into a bright smile.
Chester, enduring excruciating pain, trembled as he said: “I’m fully convinced, thank you, Mr. Wang, for sparing my life.”
It was only an arm this time; if he still didn’t submit, his life would be next.
Chester didn’t want to die.
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