Simon fainted and curled up like a fetus, his lower half an indistinct pile of flesh. Ethan stopped, his eyes turning to the side to look at the woman whose face was pale with fright. He once again revealed a harmless and warm smile, "Don't be afraid, I'm not here to kill you."
Laughing, Ethan almost made the woman, who nearly fainted from fright, lose control of her bladder. Ethan walked closer and reluctantly took the underwear from her mouth.
The moment she was able to speak again, she started to shiver and cry. The sobs did not stop even when he asked her to stop
"I beg…I beg of you to spare me…" She couldn't find any other words to say but her trembling eyes and shivering figure did not need more words. Her red and blue skin told how much she had suffered in the hands of that man.
"Don't be afraid, I already said I wouldn't kill you." Ethan knitted his brows as he asked, "Since you've had some dealings with Simon, do you know where Mikey currently is?" to prove that he was sincere, he even opened the stockings that were tying her to her place.
The woman rubbed her hands. Tears fell from her eyes like a broken stream. Mary held the phone tightly on the other end. She could feel the kindness in Ethan;s voice and for some reason it made her angry. How she wanted to push the girl away to make sure that Ethan onl looked at her.
But she knew it was not going to happen. He did not look at her the way she looked at him. And she had no right to bind him.
Only after seeing that Ethan truly wouldn't kill her did the woman calm down. In a small voice, she answered, "I'm not too sure, but usually Master Mikey would be in the study on the top floor."
"Ahh… it seems like those idiots didn't lie to me," Ethan mumbled to himself as he started walking out the door. When she followed him, she noticed that he was going on the second floor where the study was and her eyes widened.
Seeing this, the woman asked in surprise, "You aren't fleeing?"
"Fleeing? Why?" Ethan answered back with a look of confusion in his cold eyes that left the woman dumbfounded. She looked at him at a loss of words.
"The noise from a moment ago probably alerted the thugs who will charge up here soon!" the woman anxiously said, even though she was not bound with the stockings. She still did not have the ability to save herself. She was just a weak girl who had been beaten badly.
Ethan indifferently laughed, "It would be best if Mikey personally came here." Upon finishing, he left, closing the door on the way out.
According to his memory, Mikey's study was located in the center of the top floor, which was also the middle zone of the four-story building. After Ethan entered the hallway, he directly walked toward the staircase.
Sure enough, after walking a few steps, several people came charging up the stairs, all of them wearing the same black attire as the henchmen at the door. However, these men were armed with tasers and brass knuckles.
Ethan wouldn't be naive enough to believe that Mikey's men wouldn't carry guns. However, being in a country with strict firearm regulations, it wasn't possible for every man under Mikey to be armed, so only a few of his elite men would carry them.
Toward these useless soldiers, Ethan did not bother to just kick them down the stairs. After all, he hadn't fought for a long time, and seeing 20-30 men charging at him, he felt rather cherry.
As the enraged henchmen attempted to beat up the leisurely idling Ethan, they quickly found out that they simply couldn't lay a hand on their target!
Ethan's footwork was as quick as lightning, every movement like it came from a movie's special effects—an afterimage.
With what seemed to be a simple movement, Ethan's body perfectly passed by more than 10 men while under attack from all sides. Every time he momentarily paused, a hand would grab one of the henchmen's weapon-holding hands, then forcibly use that henchman's hands to beat up the colleague closest to him. The lucky ones were hit on the arms and legs, while the unlucky ones had rods directly smashed onto their heads!
With no specific order or pattern, entirely based on high-speed movements and precise calculations, it was a simple and effective tactic that wasn't the slightest bit sloppy!
In the 20-30 square meter corridor, chaos erupted. Everyone present could only see a black figure darting back and forth, too terrified to swing their stun rods at him. A mistake could mean crippling their own side.
Blood-curdling screams echoed through the corridor, and in less than a minute, among the 30-plus henchmen that rushed over, only a mere four or five were left, hiding in the corner in fear. Everyone else sprawled on the ground in pain, too afraid to stand back up.
Ethan clapped his hands, and with a smile that was both amused and sinister, he looked at the remaining henchmen. "Aren't you guys coming over to play?"
The men hurriedly shook their heads, trying to curry favor by revealing smiles that were uglier than cries.
"Then scream. If I saw any of you again, I would not be this merciful." they wanted to cry in their hearts. When had these men been merciful? He was so cold and ruthless. He had played with them as if they were punching bags.
Even with weapons in their hands, they were not able to fight at all against him. Yet when they heard his threat, they ran away with broken legs. They did not care if they would be crippled all their life. It would still be better to live than die right here.
After reaching the fourth floor without further obstructions, Ethan easily located the entrance to the study. The door was reinforced steel, likely able to block bullets.
Ethan glanced at the hallway's surveillance camera and showed a somewhat bored smile.
Mikey was indeed an old fox. He had known Ethan entered the building but didn't rush to get rid of him, instead dispatching henchmen to test and wear him down. Now, hiding in this steel box of a room, Mikey likely had laid an inescapable trap inside.
If it wasn't for his abilities, Ethan thought, this maneuver of his might have been effective. But Mikey doesn't know my true strength; otherwise, he would have fled long ago.
The steel-plated door looked indestructible, but Ethan didn't let it weigh on his heart.
If it were me from two years ago, perhaps more effort would be needed to forcibly open it. But today's me, transformed by the strange martial arts I learned, can handle this with ease.
Taking a deep breath, Ethan's leg moved like lightning as he kicked the thick steel-plated door.
"Bam!"