CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER 58: FAMILY MEANS FAMILY

Time.

PM.

At this time, Winster is usually basking in the afternoon glow. On a good day, you can even see the dazzling Tyndall effect on the distant sea surface.

Of course, this spectacle is often referred to as a miracle by the people of Winster.

Even those who do not worship the Sea God habitually see it as a divine sign of the Sea God.

Today, there was naturally no such miracle on the sea.

Because by this time, the sky had turned frighteningly dark, the visibility worsened to the extent that indoor lighting was necessary.

Yet, the snow still hadn’t fallen.

Only the wind was howling.

On a high slope not far from Winster University, two people were crouched silently.

Even though the visibility had severely diminished, it somehow didn’t seem to affect their eyes.

Within their line of sight was the road leading to and from Winster University, making it an inevitable passage.

From their vantage point, they could exert absolute strategic control over any passing people or vehicles.

In ancient times, this would have been the optimal ambush site. A team of archers placed here could suppress any passage.

Even now, it’s the same.

All it takes is a gun with a long enough range.

Such a gun was currently in the hands of one of the individuals.

This person was none other than Lewis.

Lewis, holding the latest long-range rifle specially transferred by Marvin from the Royal Capital, aimed firmly at the ideal spot.

An ordinary person might miss even with a gun of sufficient range, given the lack of sharp eyesight.

But Lewis was a true marksman.

No matter how far the target is, it posed no problem, much like that day in the rain when he exerted absolute control over Virel and his men.

Today was no different.

Today, everything would come to an end.

The thorn embedded in his heart for so long would finally be removed.

After today, his name would be remembered by the people of Winster once again.

Because he was about to take down Ethan Polleta.

And do it thoroughly, uprooting him completely.

Such a result would earn him respect both from the legal and underworld, wouldn’t it?

"It’s 4:01 now, are you sure about your judgment? What if he doesn’t come?"

The person standing beside him was none other than Vincent Polleta.

In fact, the star of today’s show was supposed to be Vincent; Lewis was merely an observer, or perhaps the director?

After all, he had orchestrated the entire scheme.

Thinking about his entire plan, Lewis couldn’t help but feel intoxicated.

Indeed, it was his abandonment of all limits that made him the strongest.

"He will definitely come; a school gathering is nothing. I’ve attacked his main artery."

He glanced at the sky.

Gary should have already caused a huge commotion by now.

This meant Virel would surely make a move.

Once Virel made a move, Ethan and his little maid would still be at Winster University.

His heart would be left unprotected, fully exposed.

His heart... the crafts factory in the southern suburb.

Lewis had long known that was Ethan’s whiskey production base. Taking that down would reduce Ethan to a dead rat.

But he felt it wasn’t enough.

Not nearly enough.

Ethan was a cunning rat; even in a cage, dying, he might still unexpectedly bite him.

Last time, that single bite almost cost him everything.

So this time, he didn’t plan to let the rat struggle.

He planned to kill the rat.

Only dead men are truly safe.

The one to execute it would naturally be Vincent.

Sometimes, even Lewis couldn’t help but wonder if the heavens were aiding him.

At crucial moments, delivering such a person into his hands.

The perfect killer, the perfect puppet.

After Ethan’s death, he would become the best puppet, helping Lewis control the entire Bolita Clan.

Such good fortune, perhaps he really should worship some deity?

4:08 PM.

Finally, the sound of a car came through the cold wind.

Lewis carefully discerned it. His hatred for Ethan had engrained the sound of Ethan’s iconic Klaus Long Spear engine into his very bones.

No mistake.

It was him.

He had arrived.

"Vincent, it’s showtime for you."

Lewis displayed a pleased, cruel, and bitter smile.

He slowly aimed his gun at the Klaus Long Spear that had appeared.

Ethan, how about that, in the end, I still win!

I told you, I would always have my eyes on you!

Time.

Ticking away bit by bit.

The next moment.

Pull the trigger! Lewis was already relishing the outcome of brotherly betrayal.

However, in the next moment, suddenly.

A hand abruptly grabbed the hand holding his gun, lifting it upwards...

"Bang—"

The shot missed.

And, it was almost like a warning.

Ethan indeed received the warning, or more accurately, the alert.

He already knew where the enemy was.

In fact.

He was never in the car.

The only person in the car was Anya.

Before reaching the car stop, he had already gotten off and continued following the car from behind.

He had anticipated someone would try to get at him midway, but he didn’t know where they would be.

Now he knew, and the gunfire simultaneously exposed the malice, allowing him to quickly lock on and advance fiercely.

Anya also got out of the car, harmoniously sprinting alongside Ethan.

On the high slope.

Lewis’s face turned the epitome of ugly. He pointed the gun at Vincent and roared, "Vincent, do you even know what you’re doing?!"

"Going soft at this time?!"

"You have no idea what a monster your brother is; doing this will get both of us killed!"

Vincent listened calmly to these words, then shook his head.

"You’re wrong, Lewis."

"What?"

"You were wrong from start to finish."

"I never intended to hurt Ethan; I was merely deceiving you. What I didn’t expect was that you would be foolish enough to believe I would be swayed by you. Your greater folly lies in your belief that I would harm my brother, Lewis. I am a Polleta!"

A punch, quick as lightning, came from Vincent, who had recovered stronger and more formidable than he was that night.

Lewis had no time to shoot; before he could pull the trigger, Vincent’s punch had already connected with his jaw.

The crack of Lewis’s jawbone reverberated like some kind of cruel symphony.

It sounded quite pleasant.

Lewis groaned in pain, but he was unable to speak; trying to counter with bullets proved futile, as Vincent had already grabbed his alchemic prosthetic arm.

Vincent, holding the prosthetic firmly, looked into Lewis’s eyes and said:

"Lewis, let me teach you today the laws of the murky underworld, which is also the prime creed of the Bolita Clan..."

"Family, is family."

The sound of the waves crashed infinitely behind them.