It was not like Ethan would complain neither would he keep quiet. Heads will fall to the ground and a lot of blood will be spilled. Infact, a new war might break out, but at least this time, he would wring her neck. He glances back at the door and shakes his head before teleporting away from the villa.
Her head belongs to him. On a gold plate too.
The man appears in front of The Ressurected, smiling at the little gate in front. He is so confident about not being ambushed, he barely has security. The man himself was more than enough security. He reaches for his suit jacket and brings out a cigarette and a lighter. Placing the cigarette between his lips, he puts the light to it and inhales the familiar smoke, welcoming the warmth with open arms. He walks away from The Ressurected, using his hair that he had let grown out to cover half his face.
