At that moment Ethan's glare was cold and piercing, like a predator sizing up its prey.
Seeing Ethan intense gaze, The bodyguard's smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, but before he could react, Ethan's hand shot up with precision, grabbing the man's wrist.
At that moment a sickening pop echoed through the corridor as Ethan dislocated the guard's hand in one swift motion.
The man cried out in pain, staggering back, but Ethan wasn't finished.
With a calculated movement, he grabbed the guard by the shoulder and flipped him to the ground with a heavy thud.
Seeing what was going on the other bodyguards froze for a split second, their confidence shaken, but their training—or perhaps their arrogance—kicked in.
"Get him this bastard!" one of them barked, and the group lunged at Ethan.
However Ethan didn't hesitate. His movements were fluid, sharp, and efficient.
