"So, who are we sending to kill him?"
Ethan faced the crowd and spoke slowly.
"Simple, according to the traditional rules, draw lots."
Sandro smiled and spread his hands.
As a result, George directly conceded, saying, "I abstain, I'll give up half of my share for the next two months, is that okay?"
The Evans Clan indeed had no more people, and couldn't afford to lose anyone.
"I agree." Sandro nodded, looking at everyone.
Since George was so straightforward, willingly giving up benefits, the others had no objections.
So the scene turned into a one-on-one, king against king.
Ethan, and Sandro.
Ethan, at this moment, could not back down.
Every confrontation with Sandro was crucial now.
This was a showdown between the new and old forces of Winster.
It was also the wind wandering between the two of them before the final strike.
For now, the wind was temporarily blowing from Ethan towards Sandro.
"Let's draw lots then." Ethan tapped the table.
