At that moment the man's eyes shifted nervously, glancing at the guards stationed nearby as though gauging whether it was safe to speak. His grip on the bucket tightened before he exhaled slowly, setting it down.
"The Silver family is exactly what you think they are," he began hesitantly, his voice low and guarded.
"Powerful, ruthless, untouchable to most. But… there's more to it."
Upon hearing what the man just said.
Ethan leaned against the nearby wall, his piercing gaze fixed on the man.
"I don't care about the surface-level details. I need to know about their connections—the associations they used to come after me," he said, his voice calm but demanding. "What's behind their reach? Who's pulling the strings?"
At that moment the man hesitated, his fingers fidgeting as though debating how much he should reveal.
