Naniwa City Compound, Yamato Empire…
Ethan and the others stood in front of a massive building near the compound's center.
He'd ordered the Flamebirds to stop for a reason.
This place was clearly the warehouse for the compound's core supplies—and its crystal cores. Letting thirty thousand flying flamethrowers "finish the job" would be idiotic.
There was another reason, too.
Ethan had spotted four Awakened inside.
Nonrenewable resources.
He wanted them alive.
Ethan kicked the front doors in with one clean hit and strode inside with the squad.
More than twenty people were waiting in the hall—probably the compound's leadership. They stared at Ethan like they were looking at death itself.
Ethan casually pointed at four of them. "Those four stay. Everyone else—kill them."
"Don't… please, don't kill us!" The room instantly dropped to its knees, pleading in broken Federation Standard.
Ethan's reputation in Yamato was already infamous. None of them even thought about resisting.
