Ethan's cold voice made Laurence and the others' throats tighten. 'One person daring to shout at a dozen others? What a joke!' Laurence thought.
"Fine, since you don't plan to let this go, don't blame me for being rude!" Laurence's face twisted with rage as he gritted his teeth and waved his hand sharply. "Get him! I'll take responsibility for whatever happens!"
In an instant, more than a dozen people armed with steel pipes and shovels charged forward, while Laurence retreated to the back of the crowd.
Ethan smirked coldly, his eyes flashing with a chilling light as he quickly advanced toward the retreating Laurence. Ethan was not a coward; he had endured everything in the Brown family for three years out of love for Isabella. His bravery and persistence had made him the deputy general
