A man over forty, well-maintained, handsome, tall, with an extraordinary aura, dressed impeccably, and wearing the right perfume—he could captivate any woman aged eight to eighty without uttering a word—was sitting at the table with tears on his face, shamelessly complaining about the injustices others had done to him, while constantly displaying his bloody nose from being hit.

This man could only be Haska.

Haska had been sitting in front of Ethan complaining for over ten minutes, constantly talking about how barbaric and rude the members of the Evans Clan were, and he exaggerated many insulting comments that they might not have said about Ethan.

Ethan just listened this whole time, until Haska showed signs of wanting to repeat himself, when he finally stood up and grabbed Haska's shoulders.

"Haska, look at me, look into my eyes. If you really want to be part of the Bolita Clan, stop whining like this. You're a man; next time you encounter such a situation, pull out your gun and shoot through the other's head, understand?"

Haska finally stopped crying, wiped his face, and nodded, saying, "Ethan, I'm really sorry."

"Don't apologize anymore, go wash your face, get treated, and leave the rest to me."

Ethan let go of his shoulders.

As Haska walked away, he continued to say, "But they really insulted you, called you a bumpkin."

"I know." Ethan replied somewhat impatiently.

Of course, he understood Haska's point; this guy was just afraid Ethan would blame him, so he was willing to abandon all dignity.

However, Ethan temporarily found him useful.

Moreover, what he had just said wasn't entirely useless.

According to his account, everything had been going smoothly, and he had pressured the Evans Clan members to the point where they could only hand over the contract.

Then a troublemaker arrived.

This person claimed to be from the Evans Clan as well, from the Royal Capital, and introduced himself as Frank, who disliked hearing wild dogs' barks.

Then he had someone make Haska's nose bleed.

At this point, someone might ask, where were the gunners Haska brought?

Those Winston typewriters hidden under coats?

It was Haska who stopped them from taking action.

Because when the other's men acted, he sensed it.

That was at least a Level 3 True Name user.

All the people he brought, including himself, were no match for the opponent.

Haska is a man who cherishes his life.

To put it bluntly, he's afraid of dying, so he immediately sneaked away with his men.

According to Haska, that person's subordinates were likely War God True Name users because he felt a similar aura to Vincent's.

A member of the Evans Clan, a person from the Royal Capital, with Level 3 True Name users as bodyguards.

This was enough to raise Ethan's strong vigilance.

He certainly had a good understanding of all opponents, including the Evans Clan.

As soon as he took over the Bolita family, he knew the Evans Clan was from the Royal Capital; they were merely a branch, as the real Evans Clan was extremely powerful, ranking high in the Royal Capital.

Previously, there were indeed rumors that George seemed to have connected with the main family in the Royal Capital.

But at that time, Ethan thought it was unlikely, after so many years, they would have contacted them long ago.

But now, such a person has indeed appeared, Frank.

Ethan had no choice but to consider what the Evans Clan from the Royal Capital wanted to do.

And, he had to consider the impact of this matter.

It should be known, everyone in the city was watching him now.

His throne was not yet stable.

There were still too many vacuum areas in this city.

The Evans Clan's annexation was a signal; originally, if it could be swallowed silently.

Then receiving Sandro's legacy would also be a matter of course.

But now, the easiest piece to pick has encountered a problem.

"Anya, go and check the situation in the Royal Capital carefully," Ethan said, then turned to Vincent.

"Leave Frank to you, Vincent."

Vincent nodded and folded the newspaper in his hand.

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Meanwhile.

In the Evans Clan's manor.

George's three sons were completely mesmerized by Frank's charisma.

Primarily, the nobility and strength Frank exhibited as a Royal Capital native were deeply enviable to them.

Though they all bore the name Evans, it just felt different.

"Frank... Cousin, may I ask when the family plans to take over our property?"

George's third son William asked with a flattering smile.

Through their conversation, they had learned that the young man before them should be their distant cousin.

"When does the family plan to take over your property?" Frank frowned, seemingly displeased with the question or perhaps disliking these people before him.

"Also, don't call me cousin, just call me Frank."

"Then... Frank Cousi... Uh, what's your purpose in coming here?" Feeling Frank's displeasure, the few were even more cautious.

"I'm just here for fun, heard that Winston has a nice sea view, hotels are good, casinos are quite nice too, so, since your father George invited me, I thought I'd take a look, who knew he's already dead."

At the end, Frank shook his head as if he felt it was unlucky.

Hearing Frank's words, the members of the Evans Clan, who had begun to regain their spirits, unconsciously showed a gloomy expression.

If Frank didn't continue to back them up, they would have stirred up big trouble today…

"Don't worry, since we all have the Evans surname, I'll help you," Frank added, finally lifting their spirits.

"So, what should we do next?"

"Didn't you just say that the bumpkin named Ethan is planning to hold some meeting in a few days? You should attend."

"Should we attend too? This..."

"Rest assured, I'll go with you. By the way, choose a representative among you."

At this point, Frank seemed unable to sit still, stood up directly, and was ready to leave.

"Frank, we've prepared the finest guest room for you, won't you stay for a rest?" William hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.

"No, I've already booked the best hotel here long ago, called… Beihai Star? My friend told me it's the only hotel barely fit to stay."

Frank spoke with a reluctant tone.

"But… that hotel is currently Ethan's territory!" William became more anxious upon hearing this.

"Still his territory? That's even better, I'm just going to let him know, I'm here."

Frank straightened his collar and smiled brightly in the sunlight.

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