Ti.
PM.
At this ti, Winster is usually basking in the afternoon glow. On a good day, you can even see the dazzling Tyndall effect on the distant sea surface.
Of course, this spectacle is often referred to as a miracle by the people of Winster.
Even those who do not worship the Sea God habitually see it as a divine sign of the Sea God.
Today, there was naturally no such miracle on the sea.
Because by this ti, the sky had turned frighteningly dark, the visibility worsened to the extent that indoor lighting was necessary.
Yet, the snow still hadn’t fallen.
Only the wind was howling.
On a high slope not far from Winster University, two people were crouched silently.
Even though the visibility had severely diminished, it sohow didn’t seem to affect their eyes.
Within their line of sight was the road leading to and from Winster University, making it an inevitable passage.
From their vantage point, they could exert absolute strategic control over any passing people or vehicles.
In ancient tis, this would have been the optimal ambush site. A team of archers placed here could suppress any passage.
Even now, it’s the sa.
All it takes is a gun with a long enough range.
Such a gun was currently in the hands of one of the individuals.
This person was none other than Lewis.
Lewis, holding the latest long-range rifle specially transferred by Marvin from the Royal Capital, aid firmly at the ideal spot.
An ordinary person might miss even with a gun of sufficient range, given the lack of sharp eyesight.
But Lewis was a true marksman.
No matter how far the target is, it posed no problem, much like that day in the rain when he exerted absolute control over Virel and his n.
Today was no different.
Today, everything would co to an end.
The thorn embedded in his heart for so long would finally be removed.
After today, his na would be rembered by the people of Winster once again.
Because he was about to take down Ethan Polleta.
And do it thoroughly, uprooting him completely.
Such a result would earn him respect both from the legal and underworld, wouldn’t it?
"It’s 4:01 now, are you sure about your judgnt? What if he doesn’t co?"
The person standing beside him was none other than Vincent Polleta.
In fact, the star of today’s show was supposed to be Vincent; Lewis was rely an observer, or perhaps the director?
After all, he had orchestrated the entire sche.
Thinking about his entire plan, Lewis couldn’t help but feel intoxicated.
Indeed, it was his abandonnt of all limits that made him the strongest.
"He will definitely co; a school gathering is nothing. I’ve attacked his main artery."
He glanced at the sky.
Gary should have already caused a huge commotion by now.
This ant Virel would surely make a move.
Once Virel made a move, Ethan and his little maid would still be at Winster University.
His heart would be left unprotected, fully exposed.
His heart... the crafts factory in the southern suburb.
Lewis had long known that was Ethan’s whiskey production base. Taking that down would reduce Ethan to a dead rat.
But he felt it wasn’t enough.
Not nearly enough.
Ethan was a cunning rat; even in a cage, dying, he might still unexpectedly bite him.
Last ti, that single bite almost cost him everything.
So this ti, he didn’t plan to let the rat struggle.
He planned to kill the rat.
Only dead n are truly safe.
The one to execute it would naturally be Vincent.
Sotis, even Lewis couldn’t help but wonder if the heavens were aiding him.
At crucial monts, delivering such a person into his hands.
The perfect killer, the perfect puppet.
After Ethan’s death, he would beco the best puppet, helping Lewis control the entire Bolita Clan.
Such good fortune, perhaps he really should worship so deity?
4:08 PM.
Finally, the sound of a car ca through the cold wind.
Lewis carefully discerned it. His hatred for Ethan had engrained the sound of Ethan’s iconic Klaus Long Spear engine into his very bones.
No mistake.
It was him.
He had arrived.
"Vincent, it’s showti for you."
Lewis displayed a pleased, cruel, and bitter smile.
He slowly aid his gun at the Klaus Long Spear that had appeared.
Ethan, how about that, in the end, I still win!
I told you, I would always have my eyes on you!
Ti.
Ticking away bit by bit.
The next mont.
Pull the trigger! Lewis was already relishing the outco of brotherly betrayal.
However, in the next mont, suddenly.
A hand abruptly grabbed the hand holding his gun, lifting it upwards...
"Bang—"
The shot missed.
And, it was almost like a warning.
Ethan indeed received the warning, or more accurately, the alert.
He already knew where the enemy was.
In fact.
He was never in the car.
The only person in the car was Anya.
Before reaching the car stop, he had already gotten off and continued following the car from behind.
He had anticipated soone would try to get at him midway, but he didn’t know where they would be.
Now he knew, and the gunfire simultaneously exposed the malice, allowing him to quickly lock on and advance fiercely.
Anya also got out of the car, harmoniously sprinting alongside Ethan.
On the high slope.
Lewis’s face turned the epito of ugly. He pointed the gun at Vincent and roared, "Vincent, do you even know what you’re doing?!"
"Going soft at this ti?!"
"You have no idea what a monster your brother is; doing this will get both of us killed!"
Vincent listened calmly to these words, then shook his head.
"You’re wrong, Lewis."
"What?"
"You were wrong from start to finish."
"I never intended to hurt Ethan; I was rely deceiving you. What I didn’t expect was that you would be foolish enough to believe I would be swayed by you. Your greater folly lies in your belief that I would harm my brother, Lewis. I am a Polleta!"
A punch, quick as lightning, ca from Vincent, who had recovered stronger and more formidable than he was that night.
Lewis had no ti to shoot; before he could pull the trigger, Vincent’s punch had already connected with his jaw.
The crack of Lewis’s jawbone reverberated like so kind of cruel symphony.
It sounded quite pleasant.
Lewis groaned in pain, but he was unable to speak; trying to counter with bullets proved futile, as Vincent had already grabbed his alchemic prosthetic arm.
Vincent, holding the prosthetic firmly, looked into Lewis’s eyes and said:
"Lewis, let teach you today the laws of the murky underworld, which is also the pri creed of the Bolita Clan..."
"Family, is family."
The sound of the waves crashed infinitely behind them.
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