LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 177
Upon seeing what Ethan just did.
The assassin's eyes widened in disbelief, cold sweat breaking across his forehead as ancient symbols began glowing along Ethan's staff. His hands trembled, decades of training forgotten in the face of true power.
'Impossible'
his thoughts raced frantically.
'The Staff of King Cobra? No one has activated it in centuries!'
Power radiated from the artifact in waves, making the very air crackle with energy. The assassin's enhanced senses screamed danger as the staff's serpentine markings seemed to writhe with life, each symbol pulsing with an otherworldly blue glow.
From his hiding spot, Noah watched in horror as pure energy began pouring from the artifact.
Immediately his face drained of color, his legs started shaking so badly he had to brace himself against the wall. Cold sweat soaked through his designer clothes as he witnessed power beyond his comprehension. The staff's golden glow cast twisted shadows across his terrified features.
"This can't be,"
the assassin whispered, his ultimate technique forgotten, his voice cracking with fear. His perfectly maintained composure shattered completely.
"That staff wasn't just a legend... a myth..."
Ethan moved with liquid grace, the staff becoming an extension of his will. His eyes glowed with the same energy that coursed through the artifact, face eerily calm as he wielded power that hadn't been seen for centuries.
One precise strike was all it took - the legendary assassin of the silver family, crumpled to the ground like a puppet with cut strings. His masked face registered shock in his final moment, body dissolving into shadow as life extinguished in an instant.
immediately Noah's muffled gasp echoed in the sudden silence, his hands clasped over his mouth to prevent him screaming.
Noah collapsed to his knees, all of his arrogance evaporating like morning dew.
His designer clothes soaked with cold sweat, his expensive shoes scuffing against concrete as he tried to crawl backward.
"Please,"
he whimpered, voice cracking like a child's.
"I'm sorry... you should have finished me in the warehouse, why did you let leave.."
At that moment his perfectly maintained heir facade crumbling completely.
Ethan's approach was silent, the staff still glowing with otherworldly power.
The cobra markings seemed to watch Noah with ancient hunger. However Noah's final plea died in his throat, eyes widening with terror as the cobra staff flashed once, leaving his body crumpled beside the assassin.
His hands still raised in a final, futile gesture of protection, but he was lifeless.
Standing over the bodies, Ethan pulled out his phone, his fingers moving with practiced precision.
At that moment the gang boss answered on the first ring.
And without wasting anymore time Ethan said.
"I need a coffin,"
Ethan's voice carried lethal calm, not a single emotion betraying the deaths he'd just dealt.
"Special delivery for the young master."
His eyes never left Noah's lifeless form, noting how death had stripped away all pretense of privilege.
"And gather your men. We're paying the Silver family mansion a visit tonight."
At that moment The staff pulsed gently against his palm like an eager serpent, ancient power thrumming through his veins. His enhanced senses already calculating the coming confrontation with Noah's father, while Noah's body grew cold at his feet.
'Time to end the Silver legacy'
Ethan thought, watching shadows creep across Noah lifeless face.
However at the same time, he couldn't help but smile, knowing Serenity would be freed from Noah's manipulations.
"One more thing,"
his voice carried quiet authority through the phone, fingers tightening slightly on the ancient weapon.
"Four of you men died while protecting me today."
The gang boss's breath caught audibly.
"The bodyguards? Their families?"
"Compensate them if they have childs, make sure you take good care of them."
Ethan commanded, his enhanced senses still tracking any movement in the shadows. The staff hummed against his palm.
At that moment with a shaking voice the gang boss said.
"Sir how much compensation are we talking about."
"Ten million dollars. Each household and if they have children add more to it."
Upon hearing what Ethan just said, a moment of stunned silence followed, broken only by the sound of the boss choking on his own surprise.
"Each... household?"
The boss's voice trembled slightly. "That's..."
Paper rustled as he presumably calculated the total.
"They died protection me, that is the least I can do for them."
Ethan's words cut through the air, each syllable sharp as a blade. His free hand clenched as he remembered their loyalty.
"Their families shouldn't suffer for his deception. Ten million each. No exceptions."
The cobra markings on the staff seemed to writhe with approval, glowing brighter as Ethan issued this final command.
"Let their deaths serve some purpose."
he thought, watching the last warmth fade from their bodies.
"Sir..."
the gang boss's voice cracked with emotion, decades of hardened street life crumbling.
"This kind of generosity..."
He paused, clearing his throat roughly. His calloused hand could be heard running across his face through the phone.
"When men talk about loyalty..."
His thoughts raced wildly as he did the mental calculations - ten million dollars per family would change lives forever. Children could go to college, widows would never want, parents could retire in peace. His scarred hands trembled slightly as he gripped the phone tighter.
"With respect,"
the boss continued, his voice stronger now, carrying the weight of someone who'd seen too many families left with nothing.
"If the boys hear about this..."
He took a shaky breath.
"They'd walk through fire for you. Take bullets without hesitation." His breath caught slightly, emotion making his usual gruff tone waver. "Hell, I'd do it myself, sir. Without question."
Ethan ended the call as he stepped out into the cool night air, the staff's glow dimming to match the shadows.
Then he turned the staff into a pen.
At that moment he gaze around, and couldn't find serenity, although he wasn't expecting to see her which he's happy about, because she would have definitely ask about Noah, but at the same time she wonders if everything is okay with her.
At that moment his phone buzzed again - Naomi's name flashing on the screen.