At that moment Ethan scanned the room, his sharp eyes catching the subtle movements of men emerging from shadowed corners. Each one held a weapon, their postures rigid with determination.
Again he folded his arms across his chest, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Impressive theatrics," Ethan remarked, his tone carrying a calm mockery that made the tension in the room thicken.
"So, this is your big plan? Lock me in and parade your puppets?"
He chuckled softly, the sound unnervingly calm.
"Do you really think this is enough to stop me?"
Upon hearing what Ethan just said.
The master leaned back in his chair with a smug expression, his fingers steepled under his chin as if he were conducting a game.