General Jackson Trump, leading a squad of special forces, landed in a chopper and immediately trained their weapons on Maud and the thugs. "Boss, want me to finish them off?"
A row of gun barrels aimed at Maud.
The thugs, used to dishing out violence, trembled at the sight of so many gun barrels aimed at them.
Maud, his face pale, clutched his own gun, his hand shaking uncontrollably.
Ethan chuckled. "Mr. Moody, it seems I have you outnumbered."
Maud stared at him, fear replacing his bravado. "No! Impossible! I had you investigated. You're just a teacher! How… how could you have a team of special forces?"
Ethan's smile was cold. "Oh? Are you sure your investigation uncovered the whole truth?"
A terrifying thought struck Maud. "Who… who are you?"
"Who I am isn't important," Ethan s
