Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Upon seeing the scene unfolding In Front of him. Ethan just shakes his head

"So predictable"

Ethan said to himself, calmly surveying the armed officers surrounding him.

He'd sensed their presence the moment he'd entered the building - their nervous energy, their readied weapons, even the specific positions they'd taken up behind the ornate panels. The bracelet had pulsed in warning against his wrist, like a cat sensing approaching predators.

He could also sense the waves of hatred rolling off the Police Commissioner and Governor hadn't surprised him either.

He could practically taste their fear masked as aggression.

Ever since he maxed out his intelligence he could sense people and tell what they are hiding by just making eye contact with them.

"Don't make me use force on you young man,"

the Commissioner growled, his hand resting meaningfully on his own sidearm.

Pride and rage battled in his eyes, certain he finally had the upper hand.

At that moment Ethan settled back into his chair with deliberate casualness, making several officers tighten their grips on their weapons.

He could hear their accelerated heartbeats, smell their nervous sweat.

"I could shift my face to another right now"

he mused, feeling the power ripple beneath his skin like a coiled snake. "Become someone else entirely. Show them just a fraction of what real power looks like, But that would be shortsighted and the only person I can think of right now that are dead is Raymond and Giovanni, which are not cool. These guys are killers."

he reasoned, maintaining his composed posture.

"Let them think they're dealing with just another masked man. Sometimes the greatest power lies in holding back" Enjoy new chapters from empire

At that moment his fingers drummed lazily on the armrest, each tap making the officers flinch slightly.

At that moment Ethan decided to attack first, His intelligence flowed through him like liquid crystal, making every detail in the room razor-sharp.

"Let's see what secrets you're hiding beneath that badge of authority"

His masked gaze settled on the Police Commissioner.

"Interesting past you have, Commissioner,"

Ethan's voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"That incident five years ago... the 'self-defense' shooting that wasn't quite self-defense, was it?"

He tilted his head slightly, watching the man's pulse jump in his neck.

"And those regular meetings with certain... pharmaceutical and underground organization. Are quite profitable, I can imagine."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said the commissioner's breathing pattern changed. His blood pressure spiking.

"How dare you!"

the Commissioner exploded, his face turning purple. His hand slammed the table again, but this time with a tremor of desperation. "These are baseless accusations! I'll have you arrested for slander!"

"Baseless?"

Ethan's quiet laugh made everyone in the room shiver. The armed officers shifted uncomfortably, their weapons suddenly feeling heavier. "When I acquired a security network, I received quite an interesting archive."

He leaned forward slightly, enjoying the way the Commissioner's face twitched. "Would you like me to share the exact dates of your meetings with the Golden Triangle representatives? Or perhaps the bank account numbers?"

immediately the Commissioner's face drained of color as his own officers glanced at his uncertainty. 'How quickly authority crumbles' Ethan thought,

'when its foundations are exposed'

At that moment Ethan could see the officers' loyalty was already wavering.

At that moment the Police Commissioner's bravado crumbled as realization dawned in his eyes. 'This masked man... just how much does he know? How deep does his influence run?'

immediately Sweat began pooling at his collar as his mind raced through years of carefully hidden transactions he couldn't believe a random child got a hold of it so easily.

The commissioner was still in thought when the chamber doors burst open again. A team of sharp-suited lawyers strode in, their briefcases heavy with evidence.

Behind them came Federal agents in dark suits, badges gleaming. "Perfect timing"

Ethan said to himself with a bright smile.

"The pieces fall exactly where they should."

At that moment the city officers lowered their weapons in confusion, their earlier confidence evaporating.

"Police Commissioner Landon,"

the lead Federal agent announced, voice cutting through the tension, "You're under arrest for corruption and drug trafficking."

'How quickly the mighty fall'

Ethan mused, watching the Commissioner's face transition from pale to ashen as handcuffs clicked around his wrists.

Seeing what just happened the Governor sat frozen, watching his ally being led away.

His fingers unconsciously went to his bare ring finger, a tell that made Ethan's enhanced intelligence light up with information.

Ethan rose smoothly from his chair, adjusting his cuffs with casual elegance.

as he turned to the Governor.

'Time for the final piece.'

"Interesting habit you have, Governor,"

Ethan's voice carried just enough suggestion to make the man freeze. His enhanced senses caught every micro-expression of fear crossing the face.

"Taking off your wedding ring at night... or perhaps during certain private meetings?"

His masked face tilted slightly. "Your wife might find that detail... fascinating."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said The Governor's face drained of all color as his hands gripped the armrests of his chair.

'How does he know about the ring.' his expression screamed silently.

Immediately the Governor's mind raced frantically as cold sweat formed on his brow.

'That ring comment wasn't random... he knows.'

His fingers unconsciously touched the pale band of skin where his wedding ring should have been.

Ethan's enhanced intelligence pieced together the puzzle effortlessly - the slight tan line on the ring finger, the nervous habit of touching that spot, the faint trace of different perfumes on his collar. Combined with the data he'd acquired from the TV station's surveillance footage and the entertainment industry's whispered rumors, a sordid picture emerged crystal clear.

'The young starlets. The private hotel rooms. The carefully deleted security footage.'

Every detail clicked into place behind Ethan's mask as he watched the Governor squirm.

"I... I think we've taken enough of your time today,"

the Governor stammered, his earlier authority evaporating like morning dew.

His hands trembled slightly as he gathered his papers.

"We can discuss the TV station matter... another time. You're free to go."