Chapter 89: The Arrogant Ethan

"You… you actually… actually dared to hit me?!" Mr. Cobra was stunned by Ethan's beer bottle attack.

He touched his head, disbelieving, and his hand came away covered in blood. For years, ever since he had taken control of the West District, no one had dared to disrespect him, let alone assault him with a beer bottle. This guy was courting death!

"Mr. Cobra, take my advice and let it go," Ethan said calmly.

"Go to hell! You bastard, you're dead! I'll tear you to pieces!" Mr. Cobra roared as he regained his composure. But before he could finish, a knife was already at his throat. The sharp blade cut into his skin, causing blood to trickle out. A little more pressure, and it would sever his carotid artery.

Silence.

The entire bar fell silent.