Mrs. and Mr. Smith - Chapter 581

Chapter 581: 581

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Although the old man was certainly old, his presence was incredibly strong.

Even though his strength couldn’t be quantified, he still exuded a powerful sense of oppression.

“Ethan Smith? Why are you here?” Emerson Holmes asked, his eyebrows furrowed in consternation.

He thought Ethan should be pursued and killed by Jordan Richards by now.

Even if Ethan managed to escape that fate, he should still not be appearing here with so much leisure!

Ethan let out a cold laugh, “What, are you surprised to see me here? Are you wondering why Jordan couldn’t kill me?”

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Emerson’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper-

Could it be possible that Jordan was defeated by Ethan?

“You’re Ethan Smith?”

An old man beside Emerson spoke.

His piercing eyes coldly fixed on Ethan.

“Yes, I am. And who are you, old beast?” Ethan asked bluntly.

Though Ethan had no idea who the old man was, he was clearly not a good person, as he had arrived in the same vehicle as Emerson, and must be a member of the Capital City Martial Arts Association.

“What did you call me?! Do you even know who I am!” A flicker of anger appeared on the old man’s face.

“Why, is your hearing going in your old age?” Ethan scoffed.

“I called you an old beast, an undead one. What’s the problem?”

An icy expression appeared on the old man’s face while he retorted, “Ignorance breeds fearlessness.”

“Ethan! This is the president of our Capital City Martial Arts Association!” Emerson interrupted, infuriated.

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Glancing at him, Ethan muttered, “Oh, so you’re the head of those beasts? I’ve been meaning to deliver a message to you.”

Having said that, Ethan took steady steps towards the old man.

Then, looking at him coldly, Ethan stated, “Old beast, Emily was taken by you, wasn’t she? Listen carefully, today is your unlucky day!”

“Pray that you can kill me sooner rather than later. If not, prepare to have your tendons pulled and your skin peeled!”

With those few words, the old man’s expression turned icy cold!

A fearsome aura erupted from him, suppressing all the menacing energy that surrounded him!

Unfazed, Ethan scoffed, “What’s wrong, old beast, are you going to hit me? Look around, go ahead and try it.”

At the entrance of the venue, even if the old man was infuriated, he could only keep it to himself!

“Not daring to make a move? Then it’s my turn.” Ethan sneered.

Then, as if it was the most natural thing to do, Ethan slapped the old man across the face!

This unexpected blow left even the Pavilion Master dumbfounded.

No one had expected that Ethan would dare to slap the Association President in public!

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The President, on the other hand, was seething with anger, his entire body trembling. He roared, “You insolent boy, you deserve to die!”

“So do you,” Ethan feasibly replied, “This slap was just for interest. The pain Emily has been through…I’ll make you repay it a hundredfold!”

Grinding his ageing teeth, the old man scoffed and then stormed off.

After they had entered the venue, the Pavilion Master could not help but break into a laugh.

“Ethan, that took some courage,” he said, unable to suppress his chuckles.

“That man is called Davy Barnett. He is the Honorary President of the Capital City Martial Arts Association and has an extraordinary status. Even the Great Families tread lightly with him.”

“I don’t care who he likes,” Ethan snorted in reply.

Seeing this, the Pavilion Master couldn’t assist but shake his head, reminding, “He is unfathomably powerful, be careful.”

“I don’t fear lice when there are so many of them,” Ethan nonchalantly responded. “Moreover, as far as I am concerned, he has already been sentenced to death.”

Seeing that, the Pavilion Master was left silent.

“Let’s go in,” said the Pavilion Master.

Ethan responded with a grunt of acknowledgement and followed the Pavilion Master into the venue.

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The venue was not big, but it conveyed a distinct officialistic aroma.

Arriving inside, the Pavilion Master started greeting everyone.

Ethan didn’t know anyone there, so he found himself an empty seat and sat down.

A few minutes later, the Pavilion Master came over and sat next to Ethan.

“These people are not to be trifled with, don’t make unnecessary trouble.” The Pavilion Master reminded.

Ethan grunted and replied, “I’ll measure my steps.”

As more and more people were entering, Ethan suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Ignacio Burke, the god of the battle zone!

With his tall and erect stature and radiant energy, he drew an instant flurry of greetings from the crowd as soon as he walked through the door.

Ignacio Burke just slightly nodded his head, his face devoid of any expressions.

Ethan waved his hand and called out, “Mr. Burke, we meet again.”

Upon hearing his name, Ignacio turned around to face Ethan.

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A trace of surprise flitted across his face, but he quickly walked up to Ethan.

“Ethan, how are you here?” Ignacio asked in bewilderment.

“I brought him,” the Pavilion Master replied with a light laugh.

Finally understanding, Ignacio replied with a smile, “Martha, Ethan must have improved rapidly all because of you, right?”

However, the Pavilion Master said with a chuckle, “This kid has a strong will, his progress up to today is all due to his own hard work.”

Ignacio couldn’t help bursting into laughter, after which he patted Ethan on the shoulder and declared, “I have high hopes for you.”

Ethan nodded slightly and responded, “I appreciate your good words.”

After Ignacio left, Ethan turned to the Pavilion Master and asked, “Lord Pavilion Master, are you acquainted with Mr. Burke?”

“Yes, we have interacted a few times.” The Pavilion Master responded.

At this time, a question popped up in Ethan’s mind.

He chuckled and asked, “Lord Pavilion Master, between Mr. Burke and Jackson Harris, who do you think is more formidable?”

The Pavilion Master shook his head and stated, “They have never fought with each other as far as I know, so all I can say is…they are not the same kind of people and have chosen different paths.”

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“Ignacio has talent, and Jackson is pure hard work.”

Ethan touched his chin and murmured, “It’s noticeable that Jackson is a pure martial artist.”

“Ethan, you have absorbed the strengths of both of them.” The Pavilion Master noted with a chuckle.

“Lord Pavilion Master, you flatter me,” Ethan shook his head.

Even though Ethan had reached the level of a Marquis in martial arts, there was still a considerable gap between him, Ignacio, and Jackson.

Just then, a man wearing a suit walked out from backstage.

The man appeared to be in his fifties with spectacles on; a picture of gentlemanly elegance.

Despite the gentle smile on his face, the powerful aura surrounding him was intimidating!

Even though he didn’t bear the aura of a martial artist, one could still feel an overwhelming presence.

As soon as the man appeared, everyone in the venue immediately stood up.

“Greetings, Mr. Dawson,” they chimed in unison.

This Mr. Dawson waved his hand and said, “Everyone, please be seated. Let’s dispense with the formalities.”

Hearing this, everyone took their seats.

The Pavilion Master looked at Ethan and stated, “This Mr. Dawson is likely the highest ranking person you have ever met.”