Mr. Halen and Lena exchanged glances, their usual composure slightly shaken by Ethan's bold statement. Neither of them had expected such an unwavering response, especially considering the scale of Ethan's request.
Mr. Halen leaned forward, folding his hands on the table as he studied Ethan closely. "You do realize what you're asking for, right? The cost for everything—nutrition, specialized training equipment, and high-grade combat gear—will surpass half a billion. You're talking about an enormous sum."
Ethan, without missing a beat, nodded. "I understand. Money isn't the issue. In fact, if you can provide more, especially in terms of nutrition, I'm willing to take it all. As for the equipment and gears, give me the exact numbers so I can plan for the space we'll need to house them. I'm serious about this, Mr. Halen."