But all they dared to do was grumble inwardly; no one dared to step forward. After all, they all had families, and unless absolutely necessary, no one wanted to get involved with this bringer of misfortune.

“Wait a moment.”

Suddenly, someone spoke from behind.

Everyone looked up.

“It’s Little Ethan.”

“Little Ethan is back.”

They saw Ethan Grant walking over with a gloomy face.

Although Ethan Grant had returned, the villagers nearby still looked worried. Everyone knew that Ethan Grant, like his father, was honest and simple, and even more timid than his father. How could he possibly be a match for Paul Miller?

“You came back at just the right time, kid. Hurry up and pay me back the money, or else, heh heh—”

Paul Miller glanced sideways, puffed out his belly, walked over, and smacked the back of Ethan Grant’s head, his face full of disdain.

What a damn unique way to say hello. Ethan Grant glanced at Paul Miller, rubbed the back of his head, and grinned foolishly, “Young Master Miller, please wait a moment. I’ll go inside and get the money for you now.”

Paul Miller was taken aback, then said, “Does your family still have any money?”

Ethan Grant grinned even wider, “Yes, yes.” He glanced at the thugs beside Paul Miller, then at the villagers standing to the side.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Paul Miller’s eyes. He raised his head and snorted, “It’s best if you have money. Go get it quickly, this young master is running out of patience.”

Ethan Grant said nothing and walked into the house.

The villagers nearby whispered among themselves, but judging from their expressions, it seemed none of them believed Ethan Grant could actually come up with the money, because they all knew that Han Dashan had spent all his money to help Ethan Grant get a wife.

After a moment, a woman’s panicked shout came from inside the house, “Little Ethan, what are you doing?”

Before she finished speaking, Ethan Grant rushed out, holding a kitchen knife in his left hand and a hatchet in his right. Pointing the kitchen knife at Paul Miller, he cursed with a ferocious expression, “Damn you, I’ll kill you!”

Everyone was shocked.

“Aiyo!”

Paul Miller never expected Ethan Grant to be so fierce today. He was completely unprepared, and his legs went weak with fear. He immediately darted behind the thugs, but seeing that Ethan Grant seemed to have gone mad, the thugs were scared too, trembling as they held their long and short sticks.

Even though they had the numbers, Ethan Grant was completely unafraid. With a loud roar, he charged at Paul Miller with his knives. Instead, Paul Miller and his cronies kept retreating, already showing signs of fleeing.

This—this guy must be crazy.

The timid fear the tough, the tough fear the reckless, and no matter how tough Paul Miller was, he was still afraid of a desperate Ethan Grant.

“Little Ethan.”

With a sharp cry, a young woman rushed out the door and grabbed Ethan Grant from behind, pleading anxiously, “Little Ethan, stop it!”

“Get out of my way! I have to kill this fat bastard today!”

Ethan Grant struggled and cursed as he tried to break free.

It was just Paul Miller’s bad luck to run into this. He thought Ethan Grant was still that weakling, not knowing that the current Ethan Grant was even fiercer than before, someone who feared neither heaven nor earth.

But no matter how hard Ethan Grant struggled, the woman refused to let go, and she was surprisingly strong. Even with all his strength, Ethan Grant couldn’t break free, which puzzled him—was he too weak now, or was this woman just too strong?

The woman clung tightly to Ethan Grant’s waist, pleading anxiously, “Little Ethan, don’t be impulsive! Put the knife down, killing someone is a capital crime! The Han family only has you left. If anything happens to you, how am I supposed to explain to your father?”

“Explain my ass!”

Ethan Grant shouted, “They’re already shitting on our heads! Damn it, my life is worthless anyway. Even if I die today, I’ll take this fat bastard with me. Let me go!” But inside, he was anxious: You silly girl, I’m making a sudden move so they’ll think I’ve gone mad and choose to run away. There’s no way I could actually kill them. If you don’t let go soon and they realize what’s happening, things will get bad.

Paul Miller had nearly pissed himself from fright just now, but seeing Ethan Grant being held back by the woman, he relaxed a little. When he heard Ethan Grant call him a fat bastard, he flew into a rage and shouted from behind the others, “How dare you insult me, you little bastard! I’ll make sure you die a miserable death!” Then he yelled at the thugs in front, “What are you idiots standing around for? Hurry up and teach this mad dog a lesson!”

Easy for you to say. This guy is clearly crazy—if we’re not careful, we might lose our lives here.

The thugs were conflicted too. They didn’t have the advantage in numbers, since so many villagers were standing nearby. And Ethan Grant had come out so fiercely, clearly ready to risk his life. If a fight broke out, who knew if the villagers would help? At the very least, they hadn’t left yet. The key thing was, Ethan Grant had knives. Plus, the thugs knew Ethan Grant had been struck by lightning and might have brain damage. Fighting a madman—wouldn’t that make them the fools?