Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 587 - : Emily Taylor’s Friend
Chapter 587: Chapter 587: Emily Taylor’s Friend
Bowie Mcdaniel, like a dead dog, was tossed aside.
The crowd seeing this, couldn’t help but sigh.
Many wanted to move against Ethan Smith, but at this moment, they all began to hesitate.
“Tsk, tsk, Bowie Mcdaniel, ranked ninth on the leaderboard, seems to be utterly helpless against Ethan Smith.” Ricardo Bowman exclaimed.
“Yes, I’ve said it before, once this young man steps into the Marquis stage, few people could beat him.” Darnell Bradley also said in a deep voice.
“When two people from different classes come into contact, conflicts are bound to erupt. This experience will not be tedious.”
…
Ethan Smith stood alone at the gate, quietly waiting for the start of this trial.
His eyes were fixed in the direction of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, the murderous intent in his gaze was not concealed.
Every time Ethan Smith saw the plaque of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, he couldn’t help but think of Emily Taylor who was suffering deep inside.
“Damn it….” Ethan Smith clenched his fists tightly.
“Impressive skills, Mr. Smith.”
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the side.
Turning to look, it was Daphne Green.
“Who are you?” Ethan Smith looked at Daphne Green, and a touch of hostility flashed in his eyes.
Daphne Green laughed, “Mr. Smith, there’s no need to be nervous, my name is Daphne Green, I’m friends with Emily.”
“You’re friends with Emily?” Excitement flashed in Ethan Smith’s eyes.
He looked at Daphne Green eagerly and said, “Do you have a way to get Emily out?”
Daphne Green said somewhat surprised, “What happened to Emily?”
Ethan Smith’s face turned cold, gritting his teeth and answering, “Capital City Martial Arts Association has taken Emily away and locked her in a prison.”
“I don’t know what they want to do, but Emily is bound with all kinds of tubes.”
“Tubes?” Daphne Green frowned slightly, “That shouldn’t be. Emily is Miss Taylor of the Taylor family. Why would the Capital City Martial Arts Association do this… ”
Ethan Smith sneered, “The Taylor family is nothing but a bunch of bastards. They wouldn’t care about Emily.”
Daphne Green chuckled, “Mr. Smith, don’t worry. I believe Emily will be fine.”
This pointless comfort was useless to Ethan Smith.
But out of courtesy, Ethan Smith slightly bowed and said, “Thank you, Miss Daphne.”
The two were silent for a moment.
Then Daphne Green suddenly said, “Mr. Smith, the tubes you mentioned earlier… I seem to remember something.”
Ethan Smith quickly turned to look at Daphne Green, awaiting her next words.
Daphne Green said, “I’ve been to the library of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, and I’ve seen this method in an ancient book.”
“The tubes you mentioned, are they black and white?”
Ethan Smith quickly nodded, “Yes!”
Daphne Green continued, “That is a technique called the Blood Oath.”
“Blood Oath?” Ethan Smith was taken aback; he had never heard of this name before.
“Yes, it is said that the Blood Oath is used for the special Bloodline that exists in the recipient’s body. This Bloodline, generally has extremely strong Bloodline power.” Daphne Green explained.
“If you acquire this Bloodline, you can change yourself and even artificially create a group of exceptional people, forcibly inheriting this extremely strong Bloodline power.”
At this point, Daphne Green paused, then questioned, “I recall… Emily isn’t a martial artist, she’s just an ordinary person, right?”
Ethan Smith also frowned and answered, “Yes, how could she have such a strong Bloodline…”
Daphne Green laughed, “Perhaps it is so, but if that’s the case, you don’t need to worry too much.”
“The Capital City Martial Arts Association, in order to continuously extract Bloodline power, they would definitely ensure Emily’s safety. But of course, there’ll be suffering.”
Ethan Smith’s expression turned weird.
He didn’t know whether to feel relieved or angry.
The good news was that Emily’s life was not in danger, which gave Ethan Smith more time.
But such prolonged suffering, such cruel methods, it was impossible not to be furious.
“Mr. Smith, I think what you should be more worried about right now is your own safety,” Daphne Green smiled.
She extended her hand, pointed at a group of people not far away, and said, “They all harbor hostility towards you.”
Ethan Smith glanced at them; that bunch was the dandies of the Capital City.
Led by Dominic Taylor, they all cast hostile glances towards Ethan Smith.
“If I had been afraid of them, I would not have come,” Ethan Smith said coldly.
Seeing this, Daphne Green just smiled and remained silent.
At that moment, another young man came over.
The young man appeared weak and frail, with an inexplicable air of sickness about him.
His aura was deeply concealed, so much so that even Ethan Smith could not see through it.
“You must be Ethan Smith,” the young man said with a smile as he stood in front of Ethan.
Ethan Smith looked him up and down and asked, “Who are you?”
“I am Emmett Middleton. I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr. Smith, and today, I finally get to meet you,” the young man laughed.
“Emmett Middleton?” Ethan Smith’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
This name seemed familiar; he seemed to recall it was ranked fifth, right next to his own on the leaderboard.
“Your talent, Mr. Smith, is truly humbling. In just one year, you’ve already entered the Military Marquis Realm. I genuinely admire you,” Emmett Middleton said with a bow.
As the adage goes, do not slap a person who comes bearing a smile. Although Ethan Smith did not know this Emmett Middleton, he politely responded, “You flatter me, Mr. Middleton. I just got lucky.”
“Luck is but an excuse that the strong use modestly. You’re being too humble, Mr. Smith,” Emmett Middleton replied politely.
Ethan Smith nodded slightly without saying much else.
“Mr. Smith, I’ll go and greet others. I’ll see you later,” Emmett Middleton said with a smile.
“Sure,” Ethan Smith nodded.
After Emmett Middleton walked away, Ethan Smith said thoughtfully, “He’s part of the Capital City circle too, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” Daphne Green nodded slightly.
“But he tends to avoid any circle. He’s a bit of a misfit among the dandies of the Capital City.”
Ethan Smith nodded without saying anything further.
People began to arrive at the plaza one after another, and by about ten in the morning, nearly everyone had arrived.
Ethan Smith glanced around and recognized several familiar figures.
These included Dudley Lynch and Dexter Blair.
While no one had drawn lines, the crowd naturally formed into two separate circles.
One circle was led by Dominic Taylor, representing the Capital City circle, and the other was comprised of ordinary people.
Neither group paid any attention to the other, yet subtle hostility was evident between them.
At eleven in the morning.
The door to the Capital City Martial Arts Association slowly creaked open.
Then, they saw Davy Barnett, Emerson Holmes, and Jordan Richards walk out from inside.
“You all are the cream of the crop, and this training session is an unparalleled opportunity for everyone,” Davy Barnett said warmly.
“The location for this training session will be an island near the border. According to our intel, it has an abundance of qi and Demonic Beast Cores.”
“Inner cores?” Ethan Smith raised an eyebrow.
The Demonic Beast Cores were, perhaps, the most tempting item for Ethan Smith right now.
Davy Barnett continued, “The last people who went on this training expedition have all entered the mid-term Military Marquis level and are now holding important positions in our Capital City Martial Arts Association.”
“I trust that everyone here will achieve even better results!”
Hearing this, the crowd immediately burst into uproarious chatter, even Ethan Smith was slightly moved.
“Please, everyone, calm down. Captain Richards will announce the precautions shortly,” Davy Barnett chuckled.
After saying this, the three of them turned around and reentered the Martial Arts Association.
As they stepped inside, Davy Barnett’s face turned cold.
He looked at Jordan Richards and said coldly, “Once you land on the island, kill all those people from the lower class. Don’t leave a single one alive!”
