Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 207

The directors were still standing frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief, unable to process what they had just seen. The bullet, caught effortlessly in Ethan's hand, was still glinting in the dim light.

Before they could fully comprehend the impossibility of it, the sound of multiple guns being cocked filled the warehouse.

Chaos erupted as dozens of heavily ard n stord in, their presence overwhelming. The directors and their hired goons instinctively dropped to the floor, their weapons slipping from their hands in sheer terror.

Ethan's gang had arrived, their sheer numbers and precision making it clear this wasn't just so ragtag group.

They moved like a well-oiled machine, taking complete control of the situation. Among them, a towering figure stepped forward—Ethan's second-in-command, the leader of the gang.

He approached Ethan with purpose, bowing deeply as he reached him. "Apologies, boss,"

he said, his voice steady but filled with deference.

"We got here later than expected."

Upon hearing what he just said.

Ethan nodded slightly, his calm deanor unshaken.

"You're here now, that's all that matters." he replied, his tone sharp and commanding. The gang leader straightened, ready for orders as the directors cowered on the ground, their arrogance completely shattered.

The five directors sat on the cold warehouse floor, their faces pale and drenched in sudden sweat. The sight of Ethan's gang swarming the room, ard to the teeth, shattered whatever confidence they had left. Their fear turned to panic as they exchanged frantic glances.

They didn't expect any of these to happen, but the manner in which the situation has changed was sothing they wouldn't understand.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

one of them whispered, his voice trembling.

Another director stamred, "Please… we… we didn't an—"

Before he could finish, Ethan stepped forward, calm and composed.

He extended his hand toward the gang leader, who imdiately handed him a gun without hesitation.

Ethan didn't even glance at it, his focus fixed on the directors.

"Enough," Ethan said sharply, silencing their babbling pleas. He raised his phone and began recording, his voice cold and commanding.

"Start talking. Confess."

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Upon hearing what Ethan just said. The directors hesitated, looking at each other as if hoping soone would intervene.

But when Ethan pointed the gun at the floor, firing a single warning shot that echoed through the warehouse, Imdiately they broke.

"We… we were responsible!" one of them blurted out, his words spilling over each other.

"The girl—her death—it was us. We… we planned it all, all of us planned everything."

Another added quickly, "We're sorry! It was a mistake. Please forgive us!"

Ethan's phone captured every word, their faces twisted in desperation and regret as they begged for rcy.

The Warehouse fell silent as the video continued recording, their confessions and apologies immortalized with no chance of denial.

The directors sat trembling on the floor, their voices hoarse from confessing.

As Ethan lowered his phone, they glanced at each other, daring to hope that their ordeal was over.

One of them, struggling to his feet, stamred, "We'll… we'll go to the police. We'll turn ourselves in and tell them everything we did. Please, just let us—"

At that mont Ethan raised the gun in a smooth, deliberate motion, silencing the man mid-sentence. The cold steel in his gaze froze them in place.

"Turn yourselves in?"

he said, his voice calm, almost detached.

"You think it's that simple, you think I don't know what you're planning?"

The first shot rang out, striking one director in the leg. He scread, collapsing onto the floor as blood pooled beneath him.

Imdiately another shot followed, this ti hitting another director's hand, the impact sending him into convulsions of pain.

Ethan moved thodically, his aim precise, his expression unreadable. One by one, the directors were reduced to writhing figures on the ground, their cries echoing through the warehouse. Legs, hands—Ethan targeted them with calculated precision, ensuring they felt every mont of agony, every Pain they have inflicted on others.

When the last man tried to crawl away, Ethan stepped closer, his footsteps slow and deliberate. He pointed the gun at the man's chest, his voice cold and final.

"This is for every life you've destroyed."

The shot rang out, and the man fell silent, his lifeless body joining the others. The warehouse was quiet now, save for the faint echo of the gunshots fading into the distance. At that mont Ethan lowered the weapon, his face expressionless, as his gang looked on in stunned respect at the brutal efficiency of their leader.

When the warehouse fell silent even more , Ethan handed the gun back to his second-in-command and gestured toward the locked room where Clarissa had been taken. His steps were calm, deliberate, as he made his way to release her.

He wasn't planning any of these to happen, but it's sothing that needed to be done.

Knowing fully well The directors would definitely have soone in power that would set them free from the police or sothing, so it was better to end everything himself.

As the door opened, Imdiately Clarissa's head snapped up. Her eyes were fierce, a mixture of defiance and despair.

"What did you do?" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger.

"If you've struck a deal with those bastards, I'd rather die than give them anything or call my brother. They've already admitted to killing Susy, and they deserve no rcy."

Ethan didn't respond imdiately. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Without a word, he tapped the screen and handed it to her.

However Clarissa hesitated, her hands shaking as she took the phone. Her eyes widened as she watched the video, her breath hitching with every word of the directors' confession. The raw truth was undeniable, their guilt spilling out like a poisoned river. When the video ended, she looked up at Ethan, her expression shifting from fury to shock.

"You… you got them to confess," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You… you just gave us sothing we have been looking for for years."

Ethan nodded silently, his calm gaze eting hers. There was no need for further explanation—the video said everything she needed to know.