This guy with the pimples was clearly the leader of the group. When the thugs saw him get hurt, they immediately wanted to rush forward again. Ethan Cooper's expression darkened, and with a swift motion, he slapped the pimple-faced guy on the right cheek at an unbelievable speed. The pimple-faced guy, still dizzy and reeling, couldn't dodge in time and took the hit squarely. The few remaining teeth in his mouth were forced into early retirement, and he spun around in place several more times.

Ethan Cooper looked on coldly, then suddenly kicked out. The pimple-faced guy's legs gave way, and he fell to his knees with his back to Ethan Cooper and facing the crowd.

The gang of punks saw their boss in such a miserable state and immediately turned pale with fright. Realizing that the man standing before them was no ordinary person but a monster like a demon, none of them dared to step forward again. They were just thugs, not Ultraman—how could they dare to challenge a monster!

At this moment, the pimple-faced guy finally caught his breath and started to scream in pain.

"Shut up!" Ethan Cooper snapped coldly, his voice utterly devoid of emotion. "If you keep howling, I'll break your legs!"

His tone was calm, as if he wasn't angry at all, but anyone could feel the bone-chilling menace in his words.

As the boss, the pimple-faced guy didn't want to embarrass himself by screaming, but the pain was so unbearable that he simply couldn't hold it in. If he kept suppressing it, he'd end up with a mental breakdown.

With a "crack!" sound, everyone stared in shock as they saw their boss's left leg twist into a strange shape.

Ethan Cooper meant what he said—he really broke the guy's leg.

"Ah—" The scream was cut off halfway, because the pimple-faced guy remembered what Ethan Cooper had just said. Terrified that his other leg would be next, his face turned ashen, sweat poured down his forehead, and he clenched his teeth so hard he didn't dare make another sound.

All the punks in the scene were stunned, unable to react at all. In this area, aside from Fourth Brother—the pimple-faced guy's boss—they had never seen anyone so ruthless.

Chapter 5: Scared into a Cold Sweat

Ethan Cooper gently reached out and pulled the trembling, weak-limbed Megan Brooks in front of the pimple-faced guy, asking expressionlessly, "Did you just call my sister a whore?"

"N-no, I didn't!" The pimple-faced guy, with his cow-dung hairstyle, was usually quite imposing, but now, with a broken leg and twenty-eight teeth knocked out, he couldn't muster any swagger at all.

"Then who is a whore?" Ethan Cooper asked calmly, but as he spoke, his foot moved ever so slightly.

The pimple-faced guy saw Ethan Cooper's leg twitch as if a muscle had spasmed, and his body instinctively shrank back. Just now, this monster had moved like that, and before he even saw what happened, one of his legs was ruined. Now it was happening again—his other leg was probably doomed. But after a moment, realizing his other leg was still intact, he understood it was a warning: if his answer didn't satisfy this monster, it wouldn't be just a warning next time.

At this point, to save his other leg and for future revenge, what else could he do but swallow his pride and play the coward? So, disregarding any sense of dignity, he stammered repeatedly, "My sister is a whore, my mom is a whore, my whole family are whores!"

"It's really pitiful to be your family!" Ethan Cooper clicked his tongue and sighed, then pointed at Megan Brooks and said to the pimple-faced guy, "Apologize to my sister, and we'll let this go. I don't like violence."

You don't like violence? If you don't like violence, why are you being so violent with us? The thugs wanted to cry but had no tears, complaining silently in their hearts.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, auntie, please ask your brother to spare me, I won't dare again!" The pimple-faced guy begged Megan Brooks for mercy with a miserable face, but in his heart, he was seething with hatred—there was no way he would let this go.

Seeing the pimple-faced guy looking at her so pitifully, Megan Brooks felt incredibly satisfied. Besides that satisfaction, she was even more moved—moved by Ethan Cooper's actions. At first, she thought he was being too much, too cruel, but when she realized he did it all for her, she didn't feel he was excessive or cruel at all.

All these years, she had struggled alone in this competitive and treacherous city, enduring so many cold stares, so much grievance, so much bullying, but never had anyone stood up for her, not even to say a single fair word.

Having seen the fickleness of the world and the coldness of human relationships, Megan Brooks thought she had become numb, her heart nearly calloused. But with Ethan Cooper's appearance, in just a few short hours, she first felt touched, then moved, and a long-lost warmth slowly spread from her cold heart. This feeling was truly wonderful.

Watching the changes in Megan Brooks's expression, Ethan Cooper felt very satisfied, because he had achieved his goal—he had vented his anger and won over the woman he needed to rely on for now. It was a win-win. But little did he know, this moment of satisfaction tonight would bring him a lot of trouble.

On the way home with Megan Brooks, Ethan Cooper couldn't hold back any longer. "Sister, can I ask you a question?"