Chapter 291 Ethan Is Infuriated
“Did I allow you to leave?” Donald questioned.
Bruno’s voice trembled as he replied, “I’ve committed a grave error. My deepest apologies!”
“As I said before, two hundred thousand each. You may leave as soon as the money has been transferred,” Donald reminded.
Bruno’s expression froze. “We… We didn’t bring any money!”
“I’ll give you time to call someone to get the money needed, but I’m only willing to wait half an hour.” Donald glanced at Bruno as he scoffed inwardly.
I wonder if you’ll ruin Ethan, your boss?
“As for your family of four, one million each!” Donald shifted his gaze to Jerome and Georgia again.
Jerome hastily nodded in response. “All right, all right. I’ll call someone to get the money needed. Don’t act rashly. Please don’t be rash!”
At the same time, he roared in his heart. I’ll let you be smug for a while. Wait till Mr. Lynch gets here. Just see how I’ll wreck you all!
He then shot Bruno a look, which the latter instantly understood.
Bruno walked to the side, took out his phone, and made a call to Ethan.
At that moment, Ethan was enjoying a massage while discussing matters with a middle-aged man.
When his phone rang, he glanced in the middle-aged man’s direction and said respectfully, “Let me take this call, Mr. Freedman.”
The middle-aged man was none other than Timothy Freedman, who would guard the Freedman clan mausoleum for the next five years. He was also part of the prominent families with five hundred years of history.
However, unlike Tyrone, his status in the Freedman clan was not high.
Despite his low status, his capabilities were as great as Nigel’s.
Timothy closed his eyes to enjoy the massage from the beautiful young lady and simply hummed in response.
Ethan unlocked his phone, frowning when he noticed that the call was from his subordinate Jerome. “What is it?”
“Save us, Mr. Lynch!” Jerome wailed.
Ethan turned over and sat up. “What’s the matter?”
Jerome had a good relationship with him, including Lloyd, who suddenly vanished from this world. They were the first batch of people who established themselves by demolition and were all local gangsters in Pollerton.
“Donald injured our men and said that he would only let them go if they each gave him two hundred thousand. He also demanded one million from each of my family of four. He’s standing up for Shawsby Mountain!” Jerome added, “He also said that he doesn’t take you seriously and that you’re nothing!”
Ethan was shocked and boiling with anger upon hearing that.
I’m about to become the uncrowned king of Pollerton and dominate the combat arts world here! But now, an abandoned son, who was expelled by a century-old affluent family, dares to target me? Does he not know that I have Timothy’s support? So what if I want to seize Shawsby Mountain and the approval for the land reclamation project?
“Where are you guys now?” Ethan suppressed his anger. “How many of your men went?”
“Fifty,” Jerome answered truthfully.
Ethan replied in a low voice, “I’ll be there in half an hour.”
He was about to explode with rage. Fifty people, and two hundred thousand each, that makes it ten million! I’ve always been the one extorting others. Since when did anyone have the right to extort me? Who gave him the courage to do this? Does he have a death wish?
Timothy opened his eyes. “What’s the matter?”
After Ethan had related everything that had happened, he scoffed. “Looks like Donald has a subordinate who is a good fighter?”
`”It looks like it,” Ethan replied.
Timothy chuckled as he shook his head. “Nowadays, fighting well is not considered the real deal. There are way too many people who fight well among the top ten prominent families with half a century of history. All right, then. I’ll come with you and see who had the audacity to do so.”
He then called out, “Come in, Ivan.”
After that, someone pushed the door open. An elderly man in his sixties walked in, dressed in a blue robe. One could feel the hazardous aura flickering when he opened his eyes.
The moment Ethan saw Ivan, he felt pain in his eyes.
