Third Person's POV
'What if that madman turns on us next?'
The thought alone made their blood run cold as the memory of that icy crunch and the sound of bone being crushed and Jack's inhuman scream, sent shivers crawling up their spines, spreading from their feet all the way to their scalps.
Ethan observed all of this without the slightest reaction, and he did not spare those people even a glance.
In his eyes, they were nothing more than nameless onlookers—weak-minded individuals who threw stones at others after being easily manipulated, despite having no stake in the matter.
He had lived long enough in his two lives to know that such people existed everywhere, and wasting attention on them was meaningless.
Gritting his teeth, Jack seemed to suddenly remember his lackeys and immediately barked at them in a hoarse, cracking voice.
"Oiii! What are you idiots doing? You useless piece of trashes, beat this bastard down! N-No—cripple him! Break his arms and legs! Tear him apart!"
