Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 362: I’m Back

"Who's the opponent?"

In the Bolita Manor.

It's already noon, and lunch is underway.

But only the core members of the family are present, no one else.

The crew has been taken care of, Ethan naturally arranged it well, the best hotel rooms in Winster were booked a few days ago, and they were driven there by the family members.

Now, it's family time.

Ethan ate the steak Anya personally cooked and glanced at Vincent sitting beside him.

"They're likely military personnel."

Vincent replied.

"Judging by the bullets extracted from the burly Zola's body, it's standard military ammunition, more lethal than civilian ones and very hard to obtain. Also, according to Zola, those individuals have high combat skills, unlike typical gangs or bandits."

"Military?"

Ethan paused, lightly tapping the plate with his fork.

"What does Ned say?"

"Ned..."

As soon as Ned was mentioned, the family's phone rang again.

Ethan raised his hand to signal everyone not to move, wiped his mouth, and went to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Are you back?"

It's Ned.

"Yes, I'm back."

Then, before Ethan could speak further, Ned proactively said, "It's someone you offended in the Royal Capital."

"The Eldest Prince?"

"Hard to say, those people aren't the northern troops, they seem to be from the central area. I wanted my friends in Itasca to help, but they advised me not to get involved."

At this point, it was clear.

There's upper echelon interference. Otherwise, considering Ned's status as the chief of the Winster Court and the Governor of Winster being an outsider from the Royal Capital, Winster is almost in Ned's grip.

No one would want to upset him.

"I understand."

Ethan said.

"I mean..." Ned wanted to say more.

"You don't need to worry about it; I'll handle it."

Ethan interrupted him.

"Alright, let me know if anything comes up." Ned didn't say more, adding one last thing.

"Sofia is in Saint Kuanti; she's... been unhappy lately. Once things are settled, could you go see her?"

"Sure."

The call ended.

Ethan made another call.

"Marvin?"

"Yes."

"I need to see you; come to my place."

Then, he made a third call.

This call was to Joseph's confidant, the current head of the Statistical Bureau in Winster, Steve.

Ethan was activating all the power he could utilize in Winster.

The fourth call was to Joseph far away in the Royal Capital.

"Something happened to my family; I need help."

Upon hearing this, Joseph said nothing more, only replying, "I understand, I'll get on it."

In an instant, Ethan spread out the net he had woven.

Before going to the Royal Capital, and after leaving it, he was no longer the same person.

The power he possessed now was far beyond what it used to be.

After finishing the calls, Ethan returned to his seat to continue eating.

Everyone's mood was somewhat low, or rather, heavy.

At this moment, Ethan picked up his wine glass and lightly tapped it with a spoon.

"Everyone, there's no need to be like this, cheer up, I'm back today; with my return, nothing will happen. As for Virel, I'll bring him back, and we'll host a grand gathering, how about it?"

With Ethan's words, everyone's expression improved a bit.

Especially since they truly trusted Ethan, Ethan had brought many miracles.

The previous troubles were much more severe than the current ones, yet they got through them.

"Then let's raise the glass."

Vincent was the first to raise his glass.

"Welcome back home, Ethan."

Everyone raised their glasses together.

This dinner was finally completed.

Then, they all dispersed.

Ethan didn't need them to do anything, just focus on their regular duties.

Once most people had left, only Vincent remained.

"So, are you enjoying your time in Saint Kuanti lately?"

Ethan poured wine into both of their glasses again.

"Enjoying it, of course enjoying it, those kids are keeping me busy, always causing trouble."

Vincent took a sip from his glass, seeming a bit troubled.

"How's Crenzo doing in the Royal Capital?"

"He's doing well, outstanding, you taught him well."

Crenzo was also Vincent's student, and his most valued one at that.

In Crenzo, he might also see his own reflection.

In any case, he cared deeply about Crenzo.

"It's his own talent, that kid..."

Vincent seemed a bit pleased and took another sip, then said, "Oh right, Sofia has become a nun in Saint Kuanti recently."

"A nun?"

Ethan was taken aback, almost wondering if he had misunderstood something.

"Yeah, I don't know why, one day she said she wanted to serve Saint Kuanti."

Vincent shook his head, seeming confused.

"I'll visit her in a few days."

Ethan also took a sip of wine.

"You're really different from before."

Vincent suddenly stared at Ethan and said.

"Different how?"

"Your eyes."

"My eyes?"

"The previous you didn't have so much, well, to be precise, the desire for certain things."

"Desire for what?"

"I don't know; what did you experience in the Royal Capital, what do you want?"

What's Ethan's desire?

He didn't know either.

However, he was quite certain; initially, he planned to leave the Royal Capital. It was the events of that one day that changed him.

He couldn't let others drive him out like a dog.

What did he want?

He might just want not to be manipulated by others at will.

This time is no different.

The wine was almost finished.

"I'll go call people now; they should arrive by tomorrow morning."

Vincent stood up.

He naturally would return to Saint Kuanti.

Even though most new talents were taken by Virel, there were still some veteran members in Saint Kuanti, those true backbones who survived the deadly fight with Sandro.

He certainly wouldn't let his brother take the risk alone.

"There's no need to rush; take your time, you can rest for the night and then come back."

Ethan said this as Vincent headed out.

Meanwhile, the two people on the phone had already arrived at the Bolita Manor.

Anya settled them in and came to inform Ethan he could go to the reception room.

"Give me a cup of coffee, with an extra sugar."

Ethan said to Anya with a smile.

But as he walked step by step towards the meeting room, his collar was neatly adjusted again, and his demeanor was no longer relaxed or gentle.

He was no longer just Ethan; he was Ethan Polleta.

The leader of the Bolita family.

The King of Winster.

He was back.