As soon as Ethan spoke, Victor and the others understood what he meant.
"But… but still," Emery Shaw muttered, letting out a weary sigh.
"There's no 'but.' Letting this matter fade away without consequence? That's too easy for them," Ethan said, his eyes fixed on the chaos below. There wasn't a trace of pity in his expression.
A few minutes later, the sixty-eight agitators lay on the ground, beaten beyond recognition. Yet the enraged crowd showed no sign of stopping. One woman in particular had completely lost control.
"I gave you the best seven years of my life, and this is how you repay me? You bastard! I'll eat you!" she screamed. In her frenzy, she bit off the ear of a man who was already dead.
"Enough! They're dead!" Ethan shouted, but the crowd was too far gone to listen.
He tried to use his Soul Power to calm them, but their rage was too overwhelming. He didn't dare push too hard, afraid he might seriously hurt someone, and frustration darkened his face.
