“Goddammit!” Ethan cursed. “How is it possible for this old man to escape right away?!” He punched the glass window of the car owned by Andrew Morgan. Blood was dripping from his fist, but he didn’t mind the pain it caused.
“Search the area! And make sure you find the old guy! Don’t come back without bringing Andrew Morgan to me, or else I will kill you all!” His voice roared as he commanded his men. They spread out immediately and searched, afraid of getting scolded.
“M-master,” Ethan glared as his new driver called his attention. His knees were wobbling as he knew about Ethan and his temper, but he still managed to speak up. “Y-your hand… It needs to be treated.” Ethan looked at his hand, dripping with blood.
“I don’t need that now,” he said in a bitter tone. “Let’s get Stephen Lee,” he ordered and went straight to his car, with the driver following behind him.
