Ethan's combat uniform was stained with blood. It was mostly the blood of his enemies. There were only some minor injuries on his arm.

It was like he felt no pain.

He had lost track of Olivia for three whole years. He had become a monster that was out for blood.

"Golden Shark ran? Doesn't matter. All of his bases have been destroyed. He's just a rat scurrying around. Where else can he possibly go?" Ethan said with a bloodthirsty smile.

"Mr. Miller, your arm is wounded."

"It's nothing."