Looking at the young man in front of him, who showed no fear and remained indifferent, Grayson laughed joyfully.
"You foolish brat who doesn't know fear! Truly, ignorance is bliss!"
After laughing, Grayson's face suddenly turned cold. "It's been a long time since I've seen someone as unafraid of death as you!"
"Enough with the nonsense, pay me back quickly," Ethan said impatiently.
He was already in a bad mood, and this bald man was still rambling on. His self-righteous face was really asking for a beating.
"Hahaha, very well! You want compensation, do you? I will grant your wish!"
Grayson sneered and immediately gestured to his underlings behind him. "Go! Break his arms and legs for me, then smash this shitty little place of his. Don't leave a single piece of furniture intact!"
"Yes, boss!" The killers behind Grayson sneered and, without a word, charged at Ethan with their blades.