You don't just cut the weed—you burn the roots.
The old man was still part of upper management. If Ethan only killed his son, it might leave a loose end that could come back to bite them later.
Everyone around was stunned, frozen in place. Especially Dr. Morgan—he felt like his attempt to plead for mercy had completely backfired, only speeding up the old man's death.
The real issue was... the Zombie King didn't think like a normal person.
"Dad! Dad!" Dylan cried out, eyes going red as he saw his father collapse in a pool of blood. Grief twisted his face, but when he looked up at Ethan, it was pure rage.
"I'll kill you!"
Dylan was an S-Class Speed-type Awakener—not weak by any means. His body blurred into a gust of wind as he charged straight at Ethan.
But to everyone watching, it looked like a moth throwing itself into a blazing fire.
