Ethan didn't get shot. Instead, diplomat let out a shrill scream, clutching his hand where a bullet had ripped through it. He collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.
As confusion swept through the room, dozens of Special Forces soldiers stormed in.
One soldier kicked the diplomat to stop him from grasping the gun, sending him sprawling and silencing his cries. He then confiscated the gun.
General Trump's booming voice echoed through the room. "As long as we soldiers are still breathing, it's not your place to interfere, sonny!"
Ethan cracked a smile as he saw General Trump.
"Master Lee, are you alright?" General Trump asked with concern.
It was none other than Ethan's former student, the formidable General Trump, guardian of the nation's borders.
"What are you doi
