Quick as a striking serpent, Ethan's hand shot out, closing around Han Wei's throat. He lifted the young master off his feet, watching his legs kick uselessly in the air.
"Those 'street rats' had names," Ethan said, his voice deceptively gentle. "Besides, do you think money can buy you everything? It certainly won't buy your life."
He slammed Han Wei against the wall, hard enough to crack the expensive plaster but not enough to render him unconscious.
"Twenty-six people, Han Wei. Twenty-six lives extinguished because of your wounded pride."
Han Wei clawed at Ethan's iron grip, face purpling as he struggled for air. Ethan loosened his hold just enough to allow shallow breaths.
"P-please," Han Wei gasped. "I'll give you anything. Position. Power. My father—"
"Your father isn't here," Ethan interrupted. "It's just you and me."
