"Our boss told us to treat you right, Mr. Grayson, so don't even think about turning us down!" one of the thugs said.
Ethan had the deck stacked against him, but he kept his cool like a lone wolf in the wilderness.
"So, you're working for Holden, huh?" Ethan asked. "That sly old fox. Are you guys here to strike a deal, or did he want me six feet under?"
The bald thug let out a nasty grin. "You don't have to worry about that. Our boss said to give you a special treatment, and that's all you need to know."
Ethan shot him a sneer, his eyes narrowing. "Oh yeah? Let's see who's actually getting the special treatment!"
Without missing a beat, he lunged forward like a blur of black lightning, instantly taking down two huge guys.
"Nice moves, Mr. Grayson!" the bald guy said, clearly surprised, before bursting out laughing. "But we've got numbers on our side. Do yourself a favor and give up before things get worse."
Then, he waved his hand, and the rest of the thugs rushed at Ethan.
Ethan frowned slightly but dodged their punches and kicks like it was nothing. Still, no matter how good he was, there was no way he could take on all of them forever.
Before long, they wore him down, and bright red stains started spreading across his white shirt.
Meanwhile, I was on edge, practically biting my nails. It was way past late, but Ethan still hadn't returned. What was he thinking? Unless something bad went down…
That thought hit me like a sucker punch. I grabbed my phone to call the police when the door suddenly flew open. Ethan staggered in, all bruised up and bleeding.
"Ethan!" I gasped, rushing to help him sit down on the couch. "What happened? Who did this to you?"
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