The profound gaze, a fearsome ink-colored abyss, instilled fear at a single glance. Ethan Ainsworth clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Look, look at this, a person whom gods and ghosts avoid, yet whose moral core remains intact, that’s Poe Vaughn I know." "He hasn’t changed at all." Ethan Ainsworth frowned in puzzlement: "Who was that, holding a woman with such obvious tension tonight, exuding an air of wanting to destroy the world?" While speaking, he stroked his chin, full of confusion. Poe Vaughn noted the confusion on his face, though his foxlike eyes concealed a smile, and he spoke: "You have a lot of free time." Ethan Ainsworth stiffened. Poe Vaughn continued: "I can find something for you to do." Ethan Ainsworth shuddered instantly, sitting up straight, tugging at his shirt, and said seriously: "I’ve found everything you wanted. Carl Joseph’s background is quite complex, involves military connections, and has significant ties to arms dealing. He’s done a lot of unscrupulous things, he’s a dangerous character." "As for the opponent you’re interested in, there are plenty. Several countries want him dead, but he’s very cunning and doesn’t trust even the closest people around him. If you want to hurt him, it won’t be easy." Poe Vaughn’s eyes flickered slightly, the abyss within as all-consuming as the outside night, capable of drowning everything. "Give me the information." Ethan Ainsworth raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. But quickly, a smile tugged at his lips as he picked up his phone to send the data to Poe Vaughn, speaking as he sent: "You seem righteous, with an air of integrity, but in truth, you’re quite crafty. Many have been caught by surprise in your trap." Thɪs chapter is updated by ⓝovelFire.net "If it were anyone else, I’d doubt they could do anything to Carl Joseph. But you, I believe in." "If you truly manage to eliminate him, you might just solve a major problem for many countries." "Alright, I’ve sent it to you." Ethan Ainsworth waved his phone, flashing a bright smile at Poe Vaughn. Poe Vaughn’s phone vibrated slightly; he pulled it out and opened the email. Ethan Ainsworth beamed: "Alright, I need to rest too, I won’t disturb you." Phone in pocket, Ethan Ainsworth left with hands in his pockets. However, upon reaching the door and gripping the handle, he paused: "Oh, and there’s one more thing I feel is necessary to tell you." Poe Vaughn looked at the information in the email without a word. His eyes remained still, unchanged in their hue, as if he hadn’t heard Ethan Ainsworth speak. But Ethan Ainsworth knew he was listening, turning to look at the introspective man with a smile: "Young Master Kingsley has found me, asking for help to find a person. I seldom see you so attentive to a woman, so I’ve blocked it temporarily for you." "However, only until tomorrow morning. If no one is found by then, Young Master Kingsley might start to suspect." Saying this, Ethan Ainsworth smirked: "This one isn’t Carl Joseph. He, like you, appears incorruptible and dignified, but is actually very crafty and hard to deal with." With that, Ethan Ainsworth opened the door and walked out. At this moment, the silent man spoke. "Call her sister-in-law." The door closed, and Ethan Ainsworth stood outside, those three words echoing in his mind. The deep night stretched on, the cruise ship like a flicker of a star in the darkness, silently moving forward. Poe Vaughn finished reading the information and then pulled out his phone, dialing a number: "Handle something."