Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Upon hearing what one of the directors just said to him.

Ethan's calm voice cut through the directors' laughter, silencing the room instantly.

" I thought all of you were just some old greedy men, who are after money, But I didn't realize the five of you could be this pathetic," he said, his tone steady but laced with quiet disdain.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The directors exchanged confused glances before one of them sneered. "What did you just say?"

Ethan met their gaze, his expression unflinching.

"You're doing all this for something you don't even own—not a single percentage of it. It's almost sad, really."

His words hung in the air, the weight of his calm confidence making the directors shift uncomfortably, their smugness momentarily shaken.

For some reason they thought Ethan would be shaking in his pants, but he looks so confident as if nothing was going to happen to him.

At that moment Ethan's gaze remained steady as he continued, his tone unwavering.

"You've built your entire plan on greed and deceit, willing to rip the lives out of the real owners, even letting an innocent girl die in the process. All for what? Control you don't deserve?"

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The senior director's laugh echoed through the warehouse, cold and mocking.

"So," he said, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to Ethan, "it seems you're more informed than we thought. Impressive, for someone so young."

Then the other directors smirked, their confidence bolstered by the senior's demeanor.

"But here's the thing," the senior director continued, his tone dripping with condescension. "You knew all this from the beginning, didn't you? Yet, you still went ahead and bought the company."

Immediately one of the other directors chimed in, shaking his head mockingly.

"Your ignorance, Ethan," he sneered, "is what killed you. Not us and I'm going to enjoy you cry for mercy."

Again their laughter filled the space, their arrogance thick in the air, but Ethan remained silent, his expression unyielding as he let their words linger.

After some minutes the senior director's smirk twisted into a sneer as he waved his hand dismissively. "Kill him,"

he ordered coldly, his voice devoid of hesitation.

they don't have anymore time to waste, the next plan needs to be put in motion.

At that moment the man who had earlier shoved Clarissa to the ground stepped forward, cracking his knuckles with a cruel grin.

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he growled, moving toward Ethan.

But before he could land a blow, Ethan sidestepped effortlessly, his movements precise and calculated.

However before the man would understand what was happening.

Within seconds, Ethan delivered a brutal kick to the man's ribs, followed by another sharp kick to his knee, forcing him to the ground. Immediately the man gasped in pain, his eyes wide with shock as Ethan's strikes came swift and unrelenting.

Ethan couldn't help but smile, they should at least make him think or something but instead they made the fight so easy by not tying his hands.

It wouldn't have helped by the way but it would have made the fight more interesting.

The fight ended as quickly as it started. With a final, decisive move, Ethan disarmed the man and struck him down. The man collapsed, lifeless, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Immediately the warehouse fell into a stunned silence, the five directors frozen in place, their faces pale with disbelief. They had underestimated him, and now the reality of their mistake hung heavy in the air.

At that moment Ethan stood tall, his gaze cold and unwavering as he looked at the directors.

"You'll be dying out of ignorance as well," he said, his voice low but cutting, each word slicing through the silence like a blade.

Ethan dusted off his hands, his gaze cold as he looked at the five directors even more with a disgusting look.

"You should've done your research before deciding to kidnap me," he said calmly, his voice echoing in the warehouse. "Would've saved you a lot of trouble."

However the directors exchanged glances before bursting into laughter, their arrogance filling the air again.

"Research? On you?" the senior director sneered.

"What could you possibly do? You're just a kid playing grown-up."

One of the others chimed in, his tone mocking. "I think he's still trying to act tough. It's pathetic, really."

At that moment the senior director waved a hand, his smirk widening. "Enough of this. Kill him. All five of you—beat him to death."

At his command, Immediately five burly men stepped forward, each one cracking their knuckles or flexing, clearly confident in their ability to take Ethan down.

They surrounded him, their grins cruel as they closed in.

But Ethan didn't flinch.

As the first man lunged, Ethan moved with lightning speed, sidestepping and landing a devastating blow to his opponent's jaw.

The man crumpled instantly. The second tried to grab him, but Ethan spun, delivering a sharp kick to his ribs that sent him sprawling.

Without wasting any more time the remaining three attacked together, but it didn't matter. Ethan moved like a storm, every punch, kick, and strike calculated and precise. Within moments, all five were on the ground, groaning in pain or unconscious, their confidence shattered.

At that moment Ethan straightened, his breathing steady, and turned his icy gaze back to the directors, who were now wide-eyed and speechless.

The arrogance they'd shown moments earlier had vanished, replaced by a stunned silence.

At that moment One of the directors, his face twisted with rage and panic, suddenly roared, "Shoot him! Now!"

The order rang out, and one of the armed men didn't hesitate. He raised his gun and fired, the deafening sound of the shot echoing through the warehouse.

But what happened next stunned everyone to their core.

Ethan moved faster than their eyes could follow.

His hand shot up, and with precision and calm that defied belief, he caught the bullet midair. The metallic glint of the round gleamed between his fingers as he held it up for all to see.

Upon seeing what just happened.

The warehouse fell into a shocked silence, the directors frozen in disbelief. Their expressions were a mix of terror and confusion, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.