Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 364: Treating Guests and Pouring Wine
It was almost one in the afternoon.
Ethan’s car finally slowly approached Fatty Sindore’s estate.
In terms of scale, Fatty Sindore’s estate was much more lavish than that of the Bolita family.
It was almost like a small castle with an adjacent small town.
It seemed he hadn’t been skimping on making money in Itasca City these past few years.
The car reached the entrance and didn’t stop.
No one was at the gate.
The large gate was wide open, appearing as if the guard was extremely relaxed.
Anya continued to follow the lead car, passing through Fatty Sindore’s private gardens, and finally arrived at his main house.
There was similarly no one in front of the main house, and the door to the main house was open, looking entirely undefended.
Ethan opened the car door, stepped out directly, stretched his limbs while breathing the air, and then said, "It seems like no one is willing to greet me, huh?"
The men in the lead car also got out, uniformly silent, strong, and calmly breathing men.
They did not respond to Ethan’s words.
At that moment, a person walked out from the wide-open door of the main house, a middle-aged man with a similarly imposing aura compared to the other men, but even more intimidating.
He stood at the door, extending his arms to Ethan: "Ethan, welcome."
"Finally, someone willing to speak, what’s your name?"
Ethan walked towards him, and simultaneously, the people in the car also got out.
Vincent, Anya, and a group of the Bolita Clan’s strongest guards moved along.
With their movement, the initially silent and still men also moved, entirely adopting a defensive posture, closely watching Ethan’s group, as if ready to enter combat at any moment.
The standoff happened in an instant.
However, the next moment, the man, Johnson, unexpectedly smiled.
His once harsh face suddenly broke into a smile, which looked rather ugly. He raised his hand and said, "Don’t be so tense, the guests are coming. We should be a bit more hospitable to the guests. I’m Johnson, please, Ethan."
Johnson extended his long and solid arm, looking almost like a standing werewolf.
Ethan smiled: "Johnson, good name, I like it. So, what have you prepared to entertain me with? No good wine won’t do."
"There’s good wine; you’ll know once you come in."
He beckoned to Ethan.
Ethan glanced back at the elite family members and laughed: "You all wait outside; I won’t have any issues."
It sounded like he really trusted Johnson quite a lot.
Then he walked towards the door with only Vincent accompanying him.
Johnson, and the man inside who hadn’t come out, Skinny Roy, were both staring at Ethan, watching his every step, even his every move.
Time seemed to slow down completely at this moment.
Step by step.
Even the sound of breathing became extraordinarily loud.
The heartbeat.
Even the faint sound of the wind blowing through.
And the scorching sun of the afternoon hours.
Time felt like an instant, yet also like it had been a long, long time.
Ethan finally reached the entrance.
At that moment, Skinny Roy’s heart nearly jumped to his throat.
His hand gripped the gun at his waist tightly, waiting for the moment of combat to arrive.
The result...
The next moment.
Ethan walked into the house.
Nothing happened.
Johnson didn’t make a move; he simply watched Ethan enter the house.
No one outside made a move either.
Johnson immediately followed him in, calling back to Roy: "Roy, bring the wine, the guest is here."
Roy shivered all over, nearly pulling his gun, but in the end, he wasn’t an insignificant person, had experienced the world, so he took a deep breath to steady his mind, not minding being ordered like a small lackey by Johnson. He grabbed the bottle of wine he had been drinking before and headed towards Ethan.
He finally got a clear look at Ethan.
He had to admit, he was even more jealous.
This guy was young, handsome, and had a very impressive aura.
It was a kind of feeling he couldn’t describe, like the noble aura he could only look up to.
How could this appear on someone from such a muddy background?
He couldn’t accept it.
He almost regretted not just drawing his gun earlier.
Ethan didn’t treat the place like it belonged to someone else at all, naturally sitting on the main sofa, even crossing his legs.
Johnson and the soon-after Roy with the wine, seemed like his bodyguards and servants.
"Sit down."
He motioned to Johnson.
Johnson smiled and sat across from Ethan.
Roy could only play the role of pouring wine, though he couldn’t help but glance at Johnson, meaning when are you going to make a move?
He really didn’t want to pour wine for Ethan; it made him uncomfortable.
However, Johnson remained perfectly still.
Roy had no choice but to pick up the glass and pour for Ethan first.
The wine slowly flowed into the glass.
The whole room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of the wine falling.
Ethan and Johnson both didn’t look at the wine; they just stared at each other.
Until the last drop of wine fell into the glass.
Ethan suddenly smiled: "I dare bet, you must be from Moerma."
As soon as he spoke, Johnson, who had been calm and composed, was slightly taken aback.
He didn’t expect Ethan to actually...
"Good wine."
Ethan picked up the glass directly, took a sip, and nodded.
"It’s indeed good wine, Johnson; you are a good friend, and you’re right."
"Come, Vincent, why don’t you have a taste too."
Ethan directly snatched the wine bottle from Roy’s hand and began pouring for Vincent.
Vincent nodded and sat down beside him.
Roy seemed lost in thought, not even realizing the bottle had been taken.
Too fast...
No, it wasn’t too fast.
It’s... there’s no way to resist.
This...
Sweat began to form on Roy’s back.
How could this be?
How could this guy...
"Roy, is it? Why aren’t you staying in Wind and Earth City? Why are you here? Are you also here as a guest?" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Ethan suddenly turned to Roy.
"I..."
"Sit down, why are you standing? After all, you’re this much in Wind and Earth City."
Ethan gave a thumbs up.
"I can’t have people saying I’m impolite, neglecting senior figures."
Roy swallowed hard, already somewhat regretting it; this Ethan seemed beyond his imagination.
Initially, he thought this kid, no matter how formidable, wasn’t even twenty yet, how formidable could he be?
He couldn’t help but glance at Johnson.
Johnson’s face had already turned somber.
"When you’re told to sit, then sit."
"Hmm."
Roy could only sit down.
Ethan started pouring wine for Johnson again.
However, just as he was about to pour into the glass, Johnson suddenly grabbed the bottle.
"I don’t drink."
"But it’s such a happy occasion today, meeting a new friend, should still drink a little?"
Both hands were on the bottle.
The wine in the bottle was just about to pour.
The next moment...
