Ethan—Professional financial consultant

It was almost one in the morning. After showering, Ethan changed into his pajamas. It was time to rest.

His body was wrecked after the fight at the club.

Unfortunately, the annoying ringing of the telephone suddenly filled the room, and while cursing, Ethan tried to ignore it and continue sleeping. Reflexively, Ethan grabbed a pillow.

Contrary to expectations, Ethan snorted irritably. The caller must have never learned etiquette. So many rings meant the person was unavailable, busy, sleeping, not there, or some other logical reason that a rational human being could accept. Whoever was manning the front desk of the luxury hotel tonight would receive the most merciless complaint ever from Ethan tomorrow.

Ethan threw the pillow, grumbling, realizing two things. One, this damn phone wouldn't stop ringing unless Ethan answered it. Two, even staying in the best room, in a six-star hotel, the sound of the phone ringing was always standard, a noisy squeal. Didn't any world-class hospitality managers have the idea to replace the ringtone with a jazz tune or something more pleasant to listen to, or even provide a setting option with a vibration or a small beep? They seemed more busy putting yellow rubber ducks in the bathroom, city tour guidebooks full of ads, or garbage ideas like mass-signed welcome letters. Or was it Ethan's fault for not unplugging the cord before sleeping.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ethan..."

"Do you know what time it is, Shiong?" Damn it, Ethan recognized his voice.

"Uh? It's..."

"It's past midnight, Shiong. Didn't I tell you to reject all calls to my room!" Ethan exclaimed angrily.

"I'm sorry, Sir. This is urgent."

"Damn it! Even if the world were to be flooded by Noah's flood tomorrow, I wouldn't care!" Ethan cursed, preparing to unleash the civilized vocabulary of curses I possessed, but stopped. The door to his room had already been knocked on.

What now? Ethan turned his head.

"Someone is forcing their way to see you, Sir. I told them you needed to rest, but they insisted on coming up. I couldn't stop them, no officer dared to stop them, Sir. I had to let you know, at least before they arrived." Shiong rushed to explain, with the intonation resulting from decades of world-class hospitality education.

Briefly, after receiving the call from Shiong, Ram came and handed Ethan another phone that was connected to Uncle Liem. The old man said, "Don't, don't hang up yet, Than." The man coughed briefly. "I know you still hate me. But I have no choice, son. I have to tell you."

"Please don't hang up yet, Ethan. I know you don't care about me anymore, and you won't care if I tell you this old house is surrounded, police are gathering in the yard, they look like they're going to catch a terrorist. But, your aunt, Ethan, her health has deteriorated since this news was published in the newspapers. And four hours ago when the officers came, checking many things, setting up barricades to make sure I don't run away, your aunt couldn't take it anymore. She fainted. Come, son. See your aunt. Before she fainted, she asked about you many times, staring at our family photo when you were still little and with the extended family." The man coughed briefly.

"Forgive this old man for looking for you at night, son. I hope you don't hate me even more. Good night." The phone line was disconnected.

The hotel hallway felt deserted.

"How is it?" Ram asked after Ethan had been silent for a minute.

Ethan squeezed his fingers. Returning the cell phone.

"How serious is it?" Ethan uttered.

"Which one? The situation at home? Or your aunt's condition?" Ram laughed sympathetically.

"Both." Ethan sighed.

Making a Decision — The car sped quickly. The streets of Jakarta were deserted; at two in the morning, you could recklessly drive up to 120 km/h on the main roads if you dared.

"Have you been following the news?" Ram asked.

Ethan nodded, sitting in the back seat, listening to the explanation.

"Good. It makes it easier for me to explain. Like a chess king surrounded by many enemies, Uncle Liem is cornered. Last week, the central bank authorities issued the third warning to his bank, and this afternoon, unfortunately, they announced that Uncle Liem's bank could not close interbank clearing. That caused panic, even though you know, it was only short five billion," Ram sighed, sitting next to Ethan.

Many conversations were had until—The car pulled into the yard of the house, which was actually spacious—

but felt cramped with the current scene. Two police tactical vehicles were parked. Several other cars, Ethan didn't know who they belonged to, plus an ambulance parked right in front of the entrance. A dozen police officers stood guarding anyone who entered or exited the front door, with weapons in hand. Ethan groaned inwardly; regardless of their sprawling businesses, the occupants of this house were just an elderly couple living with a maid. No more, no less. No hired guards. They wouldn't resist. Several nurses were seen busily unloading something from the ambulance.

Ethan crossed the living room, heading straight to the room that Uncle Liem and Aunt usually used to rest. One or two executives from Uncle Liem's bank and companies sat in the living room. Their faces were distraught. They spoke quietly to each other. Four police officers were removing computer equipment and documents from the room that Uncle Liem usually used to work at home.

A dangerous decision? Right? Correct? SCREW caring about that! Now Ethan had fled, driving the ambulance, Uncle Liem pretending to be the sick Aunt in the stretcher inside the ambulance. An hour ago, he had shouted for everyone to get out of the way because it was such an emergency. Luckily, it worked.

It would take two days before the bank Semesta closed on Monday. He had to meet many important figures! Racing against time to meet them! Ethan's time was limited, 38 hours left.

The climax was now, he had gone through so much, police chasing him like he was a top-tier fugitive. Their boss must be furious because Ethan always managed to escape.

Now— heading to Bali, Denpasar.

"Kadek, thank you for helping so much. Huff, this will end well..." He muttered.

Kadek nodded and smiled, "No problem, Mr. Ethan."

But just as they were talking about things going smoothly. At the pier over there, the police were carrying weapons, naval police? Possibly. They were chasing Ethan, Grandpa, and Uncle Liem, who were currently on the ship.

After succeeding again! Fighting and escaping the shootout at sea. Now Ethan and Rudi were heading to the airport to Bali. This was really not easy.

"How many times have you not eaten? Slept? Showered?" Rudi glanced at Ethan up and down beside him.

Ethan sighed, running a hand through his dark hair and leaning back in his seat, looking out the plane window. He knew this wouldn't be easy anymore; the soldiers and police would chase him again, even on this plane and at the airport later.

"I don't have time to think about myself in a situation like this, Rudi."

Rudi shook his head and sighed. "But it's a good thing, what fugitive can still be this neat and handsome, hmmm??" Rudi teased Ethan.

Ethan just smiled amusedly and looked at Rudi playfully.

Only 3 hours left. Meeting the crown prince in Denpasar. When the plane landed, it was safe this time. Could it really be safe? As Ethan got off with Rudi, he looked around warily. There were only passengers disembarking. Nothing more.

"Looks like your minions aren't chasing us anymore?" He turned to Rudi. Rudi just shrugged.

"Who knows, maybe their boss is tired of chasing you all the way to Bali?"

Ethan chuckled. "That's impossible. Considering they have an ambition that's— huge, to bring down the Semesta bank."

That brief conversation ended— 2 hours left, he had to meet the important person in Denpasar. He couldn't be late; chasing time was harder than running away. Although being chased and running away were both difficult.

Ethan called Maggie, it rang and then was picked up. "Maggie, can you send me the location of the Denpasar crown prince?"

"Yeah, soon, Ethan," she replied on the other end of the phone. Ethan sighed annoyedly, there was no time left.

Just as he hung up, Maggie sent the location. Rudi, who was driving the car, was still focused on the road.

"I'll book a hotel, but I'll drop you off first, buddy."

"Thank you, Rudi...you've helped me a lot."

Rudi just smirked and chuckled. "Yeah, don't forget to pay up if this is successful."

When they arrived, Ethan got out of the car and closed the door. Rudi rolled down the window to speak before Ethan walked away.

"Are you sure, buddy, I don't need to take you inside the building?"

Ethan looked back and nodded. "Yeah, you just go to the hotel and rest."

Then he walked quickly into the large building, he tensed and looked around as he entered the lobby. Silent. Only the sound of his shoes walking on the clean floor could be heard.

Ethan then quickly entered the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor. It was so quiet that it made him increasingly tense and anxious.

"It's getting more suspicious...I'm going to guess the ending, the police and military are on the fifth floor and already pointing their guns at me as soon as the elevator doors open..." he muttered anxiously and frustrated. Already thinking of the worst-case scenario.

Ding — the elevator doors slowly opened, and Ethan held his breath, but he didn't see anyone. Just an empty corridor. He stepped out of the elevator reluctantly. Then he looked towards the office windows, empty desks, not a single person. When he heard the sound of footsteps, he immediately ran into a room and closed the door, sighing in relief for a moment, suddenly he felt someone's presence in the room.

Ethan immediately turned around to see {{user}}. This damn military boss was here, this was what Ethan feared. Because {{user}} rarely intervened and only his minions carried out the tasks, but if he intervened and caught Ethan at this moment. This was really a problem.

"Wow oh, hahaha..." Ethan laughed emptily and looked at {{user}} standing across the office desk.

"We meet again, honorable General. I didn't expect you to handle this so well...beyond belief," he said in an unflinching tone.

Ethan sighed and smiled wryly. "People or visitors from outside Bali are supposed to come to Bali for a vacation, right? So yeah, you should let me have a vacation in Bali, {{user}}," he said. "oh damn I don't have any more time!" He thought in frustration.

He knows, {{user}} who is so submissive to his superiors, he is a general who is difficult to negotiate with.