Despite the fact that three years ago, due to the broken engagement between Second Miss BrooksOlivia Brooks and Fourth Young Master BennettStella Bennett, a rift formed between the The Brooks Family and their old friends, the The Bennett Family, causing the The Brooks Family's prestige to decline somewhat, within the southern region, they were still among the very top echelon of the elite.

For a moment, the attitudes of the two changed rapidly.

"Who would've thought, Brother Bolton, that you could actually get to talk with Young Brooks. Young masters from such conglomerates... we usually only see them in movies."

"Exactly, just being able to talk to him shows Brother Bolton's capability. So what if Young Brooks is a bit aloof? That kind of demeanor is only fitting for someone of his status."

The two quickly chimed in.

"I need to head back and consult my father. Since Young Brooks is visiting Shandong City, if I can host him well, the entire The Bolton Family will surely benefit immensely."

David Bolton waved his hand and also left quickly.

At the same time, he racked his brains, pondering how to stage another "coincidental" encounter and reignite Ethan Brooks's interest.

...

Inside the luxury car returning to the manor.

Edward Reed looked at the dazzling nightlife outside, unable to resist licking his blood-red tongue.

"What a wonderful place. The people of the Tool Sect... really know how to enjoy themselves."

But now...

The situation had changed.

His eyes turned cold.

Soon...

Very soon, they would no longer have to hide like this.

He looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, as if he had thought of something delightful, and asked, "Paul, there aren't enough people at the industrial park. Have the PR department find some more. I'll be inspecting in three days."

"Yes, boss."

The driver responded.

Soon, the car came to a stop; there seemed to be a traffic jam ahead.

The driver, Paul, glanced at the GPS, turned the wheel, and took a small side road.

This route was actually a bit shorter, but because the road was rough and full of potholes, he rarely took it.

However, as long as he drove slowly, it wouldn't really matter.

At this moment, a shared bike overtook their car from behind and stopped directly in front of them.

A person dressed as a student got off the bike.

"Beep!"

Paul pressed the car horn.

But the person ignored him, walked straight to the back seat where the boss sat, and knocked on the window.

"Edward Reed?"

He called out.

Inside the car, Edward Reed frowned.

Before he could speak, the driver Paul had already put the car in park, unfastened his seatbelt, and was about to get out...

At that moment, the person outside spoke again, "Forget it, whether you're Edward Reed or not doesn't matter. It's all the same in essence."

"Bang!"

The next instant, the locked car door was violently ripped open, metal shards flying.

As Edward Reed suddenly looked up, an invisible blade, glowing with neon light, pierced down.

Edward Reed's reaction was nothing if not fast.

As the sword light sliced through the air, he, sitting in the back seat, suddenly twisted and leaned back, raising both legs in the cramped space, springing them straight and kicking hard.

One foot kicked at Ethan's sword-wielding arm.

The other foot kicked the car's B-pillar, using the force to propel himself out at high speed.

His right hand pushed off the seat, sending his body airborne.

The whole sequence of movements was smooth and fluid.

Clearly, he intended to smash through the car window with his momentum and leap out in another direction, escaping the disadvantageous "terrain."

This series of changes and reactions was as fast as lightning.

Chapter 9: Killed

Edward Reed was fast, but Ethan was even faster.

As Edward Reed's right foot shot toward his sword-wielding wrist, Ethan's wrist flicked, and the sword that had been thrust forward spun ninety degrees, instantly switching to a reverse grip.

With the hilt reversed and the blade spinning, the sharp edge shifted from a horizontal thrust to a downward strike.

As Edward Reed's left foot, using the force of kicking the B-pillar, was about to propel his body backward, a cold, sharp gleam ruthlessly pierced through Edward Reed's right calf.

"Shhk!"

With the sword slashing downward and the force of his body retreating, his entire right calf was instantly torn open, blood spraying everywhere.

Such a severe injury and pain twisted Edward Reed's face in agony like never before.

But he forcibly endured the agony of his half-torn calf, growling low, and his retreating body crashed through the car window in the other direction. Amidst the shattering glass, he shot out like a trapped dragon breaking free.

"You will die!"

His low, violent roar thundered like muffled thunder.

But almost at the same moment as the trapped dragon broke free and escaped the "terrain" disadvantage, Ethan also lunged forward.

But he didn't go inside the car.

He went over the roof.

The instant he lunged, the force under his feet exploded, and his body sprang up a meter and a half, skimming over the car roof as if glued to it.

Because his forward momentum wasn't enough, as his body was about to land on the car roof, his left hand pressed down hard on the roof.

Force erupted.

The steel roof was actually pressed in by his hand, leaving a handprint visible even from inside the car.