The glint in the old man's eyes said it all—this was a trap meant to test Ethan to say if he's going move ahead with their plans or, worse, eliminate him.
Under the mask Ethan's gaze flickered to the armed men spread out around the property.
They weren't subtle, and Ethan could sense their tension.
Without being told he could tell this wasn't just a welcoming committee; it was a show of force, a warning.
At that moment Old Master Silver stepped forward with a wide smile, extending his hand as if this was just a friendly meeting.
"Godly Investor," he said smoothly, "I'm glad you could make it. Shall we step inside?"
However Ethan didn't take the offered hand, his voice even but cutting. "Quite the security you have here. Do you always greet your guests like this?"
The old man chuckled lightly, not missing a beat. "You can never be too careful these days, especially with the kind of people we deal with."
