The Professional Ethics

Ethan struggled relentlessly to free himself from the tight and constricting rope that bound him. His efforts only seemed to tighten the grip, making it even more challenging to break free.

"Frustrating! What kind of rope is this? The more I struggle, the tighter it gets," Ethan muttered, frustration evident in his voice.

He was in a dire situation, trapped and at the mercy of fate. However, the sudden appearance of two mysterious individuals had shifted the odds in his favor, saving him from imminent death at the hands of the assassin. While grateful for the unexpected rescue, Ethan knew he couldn't rely solely on their intervention. He needed to escape the rope's grip if he wanted to survive.

These two mysterious individuals seemed to appear out of thin air, rescuing him from certain death. Their timely arrival had granted Ethan a small window of opportunity, but he couldn't afford to waste it. If he couldn't find a way to free himself and those two couldn't manage to defeat the assassin, he would undoubtedly become the assassin's next target.

His instincts told him that the assassin would likely eliminate any potential witnesses. Although these two mysterious individuals had saved him, Ethan had a hunch that they were not completely altruistic. Their reckless and impatient fighting style indicated their lack of experience, making them likely candidates for a fatal mistake.

Observing the assassin's composed demeanor during the fight, Ethan recognized the professional edge he possessed. The assassin's calm and calculated approach contrasted with the frantic actions of the two mysterious individuals, revealing the vast difference in their expertise.

Both of them seemed to be at the initial stages of the Physique Strengthening Stage, but the assassin's experience far surpassed theirs. If push came to shove, the assassin would likely come out victorious, regardless of how reckless the two individuals appeared to be.

Despite their seemingly impulsive fighting style, the two mysterious individuals were formidable opponents. Still, Ethan couldn't shake the feeling that they might turn on him once the assassin was dealt with. He had no reason to trust them; they were strangers who had materialized out of nowhere to save him, and their intentions remained unclear. Of course, this point can only be considered if they managed to defeat the assassin.

Ethan needed to find a way to escape the trap and disappear from their sight before the fight concluded. The longer the battle raged on, the more time he would have to implement an escape plan. He had to seize this opportunity and ensure his survival.

Focusing his thoughts, Ethan made a desperate plea to the System, hoping it could provide him with a solution. "System! Please find a way for me to escape from this trap," he pleaded, realizing that he should have sought its help from the very beginning.

The System swiftly accepted his command, running simulations to identify all possible escape routes. Ethan waited anxiously, chastising himself for not seeking the System's assistance earlier.

[Command Accepted]

[As per the User's request, the System will run the simulations and give the User all possible ways to escape]

[...Scanning knots... Instructions provided...]

In a matter of moments, the System presented its analysis and instructions to Ethan. It had scanned the knots binding him and provided him with a detailed guide on how to untie himself effectively. While Ethan didn't entirely comprehend the method, he trusted the System's guidance implicitly.

Following the System's instructions, Ethan felt the grip of the rope slowly loosen. He couldn't help but smile as he experienced a glimmer of hope. With every second that passed, he inched closer to freedom.

Amidst the battle between the assassin and the two mysterious individuals, Ethan prayed fervently that their confrontation would last as long as possible. He needed every second he could get to escape from his precarious predicament.

The assassin and the two fighters remained focused on their intense conflict, barely sparing a glance at Ethan. To the assassin, Ethan was merely a trapped fish on a chopping board, unable to pose a threat in his current state.

Similarly, the two mysterious individuals were entirely unaware of Ethan's presence, their sole focus on avenging their father's death. They sought to punish the assassin responsible for the tragic loss of their loved one, and they would stop at nothing until they achieved their goal.

Their dedication to avenging their father's death impressed upon Ethan the gravity of the situation. He understood that these two fighters were filled with grief and anger, making them unpredictable adversaries.

The assassin, however, had a different perspective on the matter. He believed they were too persistent in pursuing him. Though he had assassinated their father, it had been a professional job – a contract he executed without any personal vendetta.

"I only take money from clients and assassinate their targets. That's my job," the assassin calmly explained to the two individuals. "If I wanted to kill you both, you'd have been dead long ago. Let go of this hatred and consider your future."

"Of course! You bastard killed our father. How could we rest until we kill you and avenge our father?" the girl replied in anger, her voice quivering with emotion. Her eyes were filled with tears and rage, and they were bloodshot from the intensity of her feelings.

The girl's response reverberated with pain and a deep longing for justice. The wound of losing their father was still fresh, and the overwhelming need to avenge his death consumed her. Her words carried the weight of her grief and the determination to bring the Assassin to justice for his heinous act.

As the girl and her companion confronted the Assassin, the atmosphere crackled with tension. The Assassin's detached demeanour clashed with the raw emotion emanating from the girl. It was a collision of two vastly different worlds – one fueled by a thirst for revenge, and the other guided by calculated professionalism.

In this tumultuous moment, Ethan continued to focus on untangling himself from the tight ropes. The System's instructions played like a guiding melody in his mind, and he meticulously followed each step.

[Left rope, second knot... Loosen gently...]

[Right rope, third knot... Careful, not too fast...]

The System's guidance was his lifeline, leading him closer to freedom with every well-executed movement. As he carefully followed the instructions, he felt the grip of the ropes gradually slackening, offering him hope of escaping this dire predicament.

Meanwhile, the clash between the Assassin and the two mysterious individuals intensified. The pair of avengers fought with unwavering determination, their attacks infused with raw emotion and righteous fury. Their combat skills might have been at the Physique Strengthening Stage, but they lacked the finesse and experience of the seasoned Assassin.

The Assassin, on the other hand, moved with grace and precision, evading their strikes effortlessly. His every move was calculated, honed through countless battles in the shadows. He skillfully parried their attacks and sought to disarm them without delivering fatal blows.

As Ethan followed the System's instructions, he could feel the knots loosening further, inch by inch. The System's calculations indicated that his chances of escaping were improving. Hope surged within him, knowing that freedom was within reach if he remained focused and resolute.

The battle between the Assassin and the two avengers raged on, neither side willing to yield. Each strike resonated with the weight of their emotions, an unspoken duel of justice versus detachment.

Amidst the chaos, the tangled web of fate began to unravel. The threads of vengeance, survival, and escape wove together, forming a tapestry of uncertainty and determination. The outcome remained uncertain, but the stakes were clear – life and death hung in the balance for all involved.