My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 469: The Maguires are coming

Scarlett gave a nod,

"Are you the one who found the ruin and the pills? Do you have more? I’ll buy them all," she stated, shifting into bargaining stance. "Name your price."

From her brother’s response, she could tell this guy led the place.

Ethan grinned. It was a welcoming look, truly kind. It caused Scarlett’s gut to twist for some unexplained reason. No smugness showed. No avarice. No thrill over potential earnings. That disturbed her even more than outright aggression might have.

"If I said I made that pill, what would you think?" he inquired.

The friendliness faded from Scarlett’s features the moment those words hit. Her stare shifted to James. When it landed on him, it was icy cold.

"I believed you’d turned over a new leaf. I figured you were set to return home." Disappointment laced her tone now, biting and direct. "But instead, you’re messing around with lowlifes who don’t get that words carry weight."

James breathed out steadily. "Just listen to him, sis."

"I’m done here." Scarlett pivoted toward the exit, her actions precise and poised. "I’ll inform Father you chose to fool us. You even dragged big brother into this? Are you seeking death? Do you wish to perish alongside your petty crook buddies?"

The atmosphere shifted abruptly.

A massive force crashed down on her like a surging wave, affecting James too.

James’s legs gave way. He hit the ground hard, hands slapping the smooth concrete. His chest wouldn’t allow air in. Fear surged as his form fought purely to endure.

Scarlett held out a single beat more.

Then she crumpled as well.

Her regal bearing broke apart as an immense force swept across her being like a colossal wave.

Ethan advanced.

His palms stayed linked behind him. His face remained the same. Serene. Nearly tender.

Yet his locks floated up, held in flows of energy from an invisible origin. The space near him twisted faintly, like shimmering air over hot pavement. The presence emanating from him overshadowed every sensation Scarlett had ever known.

Her grandfather held the rank of Level 9 Force Master. When he unleashed his presence, weaker fighters shook. In his vicinity, talks hushed.

Yet against this, her grandfather seemed like a tiny spark amid a storm.

Scarlett’s mind splintered right away.

It was as if weight intensified a thousand times. As though positioned under crumbling skies. Every urge yelled for her to yield, to bow her head, to acknowledge her insignificance before something vastly superior.

Ethan halted before her.

His footwear appeared mere inches from her visage.

He gazed downward, his eyes bright and firm.

"You stand on Black Bull Gang territory," he murmured gently. No effort strained his words. No elevation in pitch. Still, they resounded within her mind. "And you’re disparaging its leader. That’s bad etiquette."

James wept freely at this point.

"Ethan, no, President... please..." His brow rested on the ground. "She’s only reckless with her speech. She doesn’t realize. Spare her, I beg. Please."

Scarlett’s fingers clawed at the concrete. She attempted to raise her head. But it proved impossible.

For the first time ever, her arrogance yielded no strength.

The force lifted in an instant.

Breath flooded her lungs so fast she gasped on it. The quiet that ensued rang loudly.

Ethan offered her a smile.

To her fear-drenched perceptions, it lost its charm. It appeared stunning yet ruthless together.

"You may go now," he instructed. "Acquire better behavior. The Black Bull Gang won’t deal with your kin."

He rotated.

His jacket fluttered as he departed, strides relaxed. The entrance to the inner hall shut with a gentle, final snap.

Scarlett stayed on her knees.

Tears trailed down her face unchecked.

James rose gradually, limbs still quivering. He scrubbed his cheeks harshly with his arm and shunned her gaze briefly.

"Did he truly craft those pills?" she murmured.

James affirmed with a tilt.

"The Maguire clan has squandered a prime chance," he noted softly. No taunt colored his words. Just truth.

He straightened completely, grimacing from the persistent soreness in his limbs.

"Get home safe."

He departed, abandoning her in the spacious, hushed chamber.

The burden of understanding weighed more than Ethan’s presence ever did.

She revisited her statements.

Thug.

Backwater.

Prank.

She had offended a figure capable of shattering her grandfather like brittle twigs.

A pill that boosted a Force Master sans years of training. A strength surpassing concealed clans. An opening to lift the Maguire legacy to unprecedented heights.

And she had discarded it in moments.

Due to her presumed dominance.

Because she failed to observe properly.

Her fingers trembled while retrieving her device.

At the Maguire estate, Arthur Maguire lingered in the contemplation yard. The fish pool mirrored passing vapors. He directed flows of force amid his hands with expert control.

His device buzzed.

Scarlett.

He picked up with a faint grin. "You reached without issue? Did you meet your sibling?"

"Father..."

Her tone broke.

Arthur tensed at once. The tranquil focus of practice dissolved. Force pulsed out in jagged bursts, causing close aides to retreat hastily.

"What occurred? " His voice edged sharper. "Are you hurt? Facing assault? Where are you? I’ll dispatch guards right away. Where’s James?"

"Father, hear me out clearly." Scarlett drew breath shakily. "You and Grandfather need to head here. Without delay. If you wait, our house stands to forfeit an irreplaceable prospect."

Arthur’s brow creased heavily. "Clarify. Hand the phone to James."

"Father, believe me. You have to."

The connection altered.

A different sound emerged.

James had seized her device abruptly.

Arthur stilled.

The manner was alien.

"Old man," James uttered flatly. "Follow her advice. The Maguire family’s ego means little against the rewards awaiting you. Skip the inquiries. Don’t dally."

Arthur could scarcely credit it. His boy spoke to him as if he were insignificant.

Sanity slipped away.

An odd feeling churned within his breast.

"Blast it," he grumbled, striding to the central home. "Ready the aircraft. I’ll handle this in person."

Staff hurried to comply.

Events in that urban spot had unraveled his girl’s poise and tempered iron into his boy’s speech.

He intended to witness it firsthand.

...

Beyond, twilight draped the shanty zone, tinting metal roofs in soft amber prior to yielding to purple twilight. Within the base, rumors circulated in muted tones. The leader had unveiled his presence. Sufficient to blanch seasoned members and leave rookies gaping at the ground in awed shivers.

James positioned himself solo on the terrace scanning the storage area. Down there, crew operated with fresh rigor, their chuckles muted, paces keener. Authority altered vibes. It honed allegiance into firmer, purer form.

At his rear, the panel eased ajar quietly.

Scarlett emerged.

Her gaze showed redness, yet held firm.

"He’s beyond my expectations," she uttered low.

James released a dry sigh. "We were all unprepared for him."

High overhead, concealed and remote, a luxury flyer sliced across dimming heavens.

The Maguires approached.