At that moment Ethan's phone buzzed in his hand as he stepped over the shattered remains of the mansion's entrance. He answered with a calm yet firm tone.
"Get a secure vehicle here now. The boss is alive, but he needs to be moved immediately."
The line went silent for a moment before his second-in-command responded, "On it, boss. ETA ten minutes."
Ethan ended the call and looked back at the three men dressed in black. They were still kneeling, their foreheads practically pressed to the ground. One of them, the youngest, raised his head slightly, his voice trembling.
"Please… spare him. Spare our master."
The older one spoke next, his tone more controlled but laced with desperation.
"We'll do anything you ask. Just don't take his life."
However Ethan's gaze didn't waver, his expression unreadable. "Anything?"
he said, his voice calm yet heavy with intent.
"Yes," the oldest man replied quickly.
