Chloe Mu was stunned, standing frozen at the side. Though she had a wild side, she had never seen anything like this.
She wanted to run, but it felt like all the thugs were watching her and Ethan Wu.
Ethan's call connected quickly.
"Hello? How did you get this number? Who are you?" The voice on the other end was raspy and cautious; it was a private number known only to important contacts.
"Jack Zhao, you've got some real troublemakers working under you. What was agreed upon at the May meeting? Weren't we all supposed to work together to make money? Are you trying to start a war and throw Sea City into chaos again?" Ethan launched into questioning right off the bat.
On the other end, Jack Zhao was left dumbfounded.
The caller knew about the May meeting.
And even knew this private number.
That could only mean…
"You… you're…" Jack Zhao stammered cautiously.
"Master Lee asked me to pass a message: keep your men in check. Next time, it won't just be a phone call. Got it?" Ethan said.
"Master Lee… you mean… yes, yes, I understand. I promise, you have my word—there won't be a next time. This is my mistake, and I'll fix it." Jack Zhao had no idea what had happened, but he apologized immediately.
"Alright, hold on." Ethan then looked at Tom Liu. "Take the call."
He slid the phone across the table.
Tom Liu, suspicious, picked up the phone. As he listened, his demeanor shifted to one of utter respect.
"Boss, it's me… yes, yes… boss, no, we were at Wayne Wang's bar. It wasn't a big deal, it's just… yes, boss, I understand… I was wrong…"
Tom Liu grew more fearful with each word, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Finally, after listening, he stepped forward, hands together, and returned the phone to Ethan with reverence.
Ethan took it back and listened.
"This was our mistake. Don't worry—there won't be another incident. You can handle Tom Liu as you see fit," Jack Zhao said with extreme caution.
"Alright. That's settled," Ethan replied before hanging up and looking at Tom Liu.
Thud!
Tom Liu dropped to his knees and pleaded, "Sir! I was wrong! I have a family to support; I don't want to die. Please, spare me!"
Smack! Smack!
As he begged, Tom Liu slapped himself across the face repeatedly.
His men looked on, terrified, unable to meet Ethan's gaze.
"Apologize to her. You scared her," Ethan said, gesturing towards Chloe.
Tom Liu quickly turned, kneeling toward Chloe, and began pleading, "Ma'am, I was wrong, truly wrong. Please, have mercy on me. I won't dare do this again. Just say the word, and I'll do whatever you want—just please, spare my life…"
Calling her "ma'am" was a clear misunderstanding of Chloe's relationship with Ethan.
Chloe felt lost and looked to Ethan for guidance.
"It's late, and I need to get home to sleep. Let's leave it at that," Ethan said.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, ma'am!" Tom Liu exclaimed, so grateful that he even kowtowed twice to both Ethan and Chloe.
He got up, ready to leave with his men. He'd probably never set foot in this bar again in his life.
"You're just going to walk out?" Ethan's voice called out as Tom Liu started to leave.
Tom Liu froze mid-step, turned back, and forced a smile. "Anything else, sir?"
"Don't you know the rules? You're leaving just like that? Made a mess and left nothing behind?" Ethan's gaze held a chill as he looked directly at Tom Liu.
Tom Liu understood immediately. He gritted his teeth, stepping forward to pull out a knife.
Chloe jumped, instinctively moving closer to Ethan for safety.
Tom Liu took the knife in his right hand and placed the fingers of his left hand on the table.
Thwack!
With one swift motion, he severed his own left pinky. His face went pale, but he stayed silent, gritting his teeth through the pain. He grabbed some napkins, pressed them to his wound, and looked up at Ethan with a pained smile. "Is this acceptable, sir?"
"Acceptable." Ethan stood up, stretching leisurely. "I'm heading out. Don't just leave it at that—make sure to cover any damages you caused the bar."
"Yes, yes, understood," Tom Liu replied, nodding eagerly.
"Let's go." Ethan walked towards the exit, his path clear as the surrounding thugs stepped aside, heads down, not daring to look him in the eye.
Chloe quickly followed Ethan, linking her arm with his, glancing back repeatedly as they left.
Ethan hadn't planned to bring her along.
The situation was resolved; no one would dare bother her now.
But Chloe was still scared.
Just as the two stepped out of the bar, a line of cars, mostly SUVs and off-road vehicles, with a white Lamborghini and a red Ferrari at the front, parked at the foot of the steps.
Around fifty men emerged, holding items wrapped in newspaper—most likely knives.
The leader of the group stepped out of the Lamborghini.
He was a slender man in his early thirties, wearing glasses and looking quite scholarly.
This was the infamous Wayne Wang, a nickname given to him on the streets. His real name was Wayne Che, and fifteen years ago, he had been Sea City's top science student.
Wayne Wang had just finished a family funeral and was dining with his closest men when he received a report that Jack Zhao's people had caused trouble at his Lotus Bar. Enraged, he had brought his men to settle the score.
Both Chloe, who looked under twenty, and Ethan, with his clean-cut appearance, seemed out of place.
Wayne Wang and his men didn't pay attention to the two and marched straight into the bar.
As he passed Wayne, Ethan gave a subtle flick of his hand, which went unnoticed by everyone else.
The two walked down the steps to the street.
Ethan looked back, seeing Wayne and his men enter the bar, before pulling a set of keys from his pocket and pressing a button.
The white Lamborghini's lights flashed as it unlocked.
"You…" Chloe gaped.
"I just grabbed the keys from him. Wanna go for a ride?" Ethan asked, turning to her.
Steal a car? Chloe hesitated but then nodded.
They got in, and Ethan drove off with Chloe in the Lamborghini.
Ethan had stolen cars countless times since everything reset daily, making it inconsequential. The same reason allowed him to kill without a second thought.
However, despite his transgressions, Ethan never harmed the innocent.
Trapped in the same day for a thousand years, he had experienced despair, madness, and had even attempted suicide hundreds of times, only to awaken again each time at 7 a.m. on July 7.
After realizing he couldn't die, Ethan decided to live each day to its fullest. He set various challenges for himself, determined to make his endless life rich and interesting.
…
Half an hour later.
The white Lamborghini sped along an overpass, reaching speeds over 200 km/h. Though it was late and traffic was sparse, every turn was thrilling.
"Wow! Hahahaha!" Chloe laughed, cheering wildly.
She had recovered from her shock, her wild spirit ignited by the thrill. This night was undoubtedly the most exciting of her eighteen years.
She had met a truly extraordinary man.
After leaving the overpass, the car slowed and eventually pulled to the side of the road.
"Out you go. Grab a cab home," Ethan said, his hands on the wheel.
"You want me to take a cab?" Chloe blinked. "Aren't you gonna take me home?"
"It's too far. I'm tired," Ethan replied.
"You know where I live?"
"Of course. How many times do I have to tell you? It's not my first time meeting you."
"Ha, still lying!" Chloe chuckled, then, after a moment, gave him a sly smile and said, "I'm not going home tonight."
"Then where are you going?" Ethan asked.
"Hold on." Chloe rummaged through her purse, pulling out a small bottle of makeup remover and a cotton pad, and quickly wiped her face in the mirror.
In no time, her face was fresh and clean.
"So, what do I score now?" Chloe turned to him with a mischievous smile.
Ethan laughed, looking out the windshield. "Nine."
Putting the car in gear, he hit the gas, and the Lamborghini sped off into the night.
Heading home!
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