Chapter 691: Chapter 691: Exchange Emily Taylor for it!
Ethan Smith coldly looked at Davy Barnett, who involuntarily tensed up.
As the president of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, he had seen countless storms in his lifeti.
Facing Ethan Smith now, Davy Barnett couldn’t help but shout, “Ethan Smith, don’t go too far! I’m the president of the Capital City Martial Arts Association! Do you know the consequences of threatening us?!”
At this reminder, Ethan Smith seed to co to a realization.
He sneered, “I’ve changed my mind, I’m only giving you two days, rember, no more than two days.”
“If I don’t see Emily Taylor in two days, I’ll publicly execute the president of the Capital City Martial Arts Association!”
“If the higher-ups don’t mind the sha, feel free to do as you please!”
Leaving these words behind, Ethan Smith turned around and left.
Vernon Sherman and Hadwin Webster followed Ethan Smith, with no one daring to obstruct their path.
After leaving the Capital City Martial Arts Association, Ethan Smith went straight back to Green Moon Villa.
There wasn’t much ti left for Vernon Sherman and Hadwin Webster, so Ethan Smith could only give the Capital City Martial Arts Association a maximum of two days.
If the Capital City Martial Arts Association did not release Emily Taylor after two days, Ethan Smith would kill the president of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, in front of the entire world!
Soon, news of this event spread.
It was the first ti in history that the president of the Capital City Martial Arts Association had been captured!
“Even the president is captured, this is so fucking unbelievable…”
“Yeah, to capture a thief, you catch the leader first; truly worthy of Ethan Smith.”
“For Emily Taylor, Ethan Smith really pushed the limits…”
For a ti, there was lively discussion everywhere, with almost everyone talking about this matter.
The president’s capture had undoubtedly tarnished the reputation of the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
At the Capital City Martial Arts Association, Erson Hols silently smoked a cigarette.
Thinking for a while, Erson Hols got up and walked towards his office.
Once inside the office, Erson Hols closed the door tightly, and then dialed a phone call to Ethan Smith.
At this mont, Ethan Smith was sitting cross-legged in his room.
His face was icy, his eyes slightly closed, yet even so, one could still feel the murderous spirit lingering around him.
Seeing Erson Hols’ call, Ethan Smith frowned, and picked up the phone.
“Hello,” Ethan Smith answered calmly.
On the other end, Erson Hols got straight to the point: “Ethan Smith, for the higher-ups, Davy Barnett is just a pawn, and they probably won’t agree to your request.”
At these words, Ethan Smith’s face instantly turned vicious.
He took a deep breath and said, “Who exactly are these higher-ups?”
Erson Hols bitterly laughed, “No one knows their identity, not even Davy Barnett.”
Ethan Smith fell into silence.
He didn’t have a deep understanding of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, and knew even less about these higher-ups.
“Davy Barnett is after all the president, well known to the world. Even if they don’t care about his life, they will care about his identity as the president.” Ethan Smith said in a deep voice.
As Ethan Smith said, even an aristocratic family would care deeply about their reputation, let alone the Capital City Martial Arts Association?
The news of Davy Barnett’s capture was making waves.
If the Capital City Martial Arts Association couldn’t even retrieve their president, they would not only lose face, but also lose their authority and prestige!
“Let’s hope so,” Erson Hols said solemnly.
Ethan Smith sneered, “Even if they really abandon Davy Barnett, it would also be beneficial for .”
“Upon killing Davy Barnett, you will beco the next president.”
Erson Hols was stunned for a mont, then bitterly laughed, “That’s true indeed.”
Ethan Smith grunted in acknowledgent and said, “If there’s any news, rember to inform .”
After dropping this sentence, Ethan Smith promptly hung up the phone.
Then, Ethan Smith got up and walked out of his room, eventually arriving at a dark basent.
The basent was extrely damp and dark, and Ethan Smith had even thrown the masked woman’s coffin in there.
The entire basent was extrely cold, so cold that even Davy Barnett’s face turned blue and swollen.
In the basent, there was a small dog cage.
At this mont, Davy Barnett was locked in the dog cage, guarded by Vernon Sherman and Hadwin Webster.
Davy Barnett shook uncontrollably inside the cage, his face pale and in great pain.
Seeing Ethan Smith, Davy Barnett quickly grabbed onto the cage.
“Ethan Smith, let out!” Davy Barnett roared angrily.
Ethan Smith coldly glanced at Davy Barnett and said, “What’s the matter, are you feeling very painful?”
Davy Barnett clenched his teeth and replied, “I am the president of the Capital City Martial Arts Association! You locked in such a small dog cage, I…I will kill you!”
Ethan Smith couldn’t help but laugh, “What, now you know the taste of humiliation too? When Emily Taylor was locked in your prison, didn’t she suffer too?”
“All those martial artists who were forcibly charged with cris simply because their opinions differed from your Association, don’t they have any dignity!?”
With a loud roar, the entire cage vibrated!
And the entire basent was filled with dust that fell down.
“Davy Barnett, I told you, I will make you suffer a hundred, even a thousand tis more pain!” Ethan Smith sneered.
Davy Barnett angrily stared at Ethan Smith and said, “The Capital City Martial Arts Association won’t let you go, you are dead!”
Ethan Smith didn’t bother to pay attention to Davy Barnett, kicked the cage, and turned to walk out.
At this ti, a eting was taking place in the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
In the eting room, those high-ranking officials were still hiding in the shadows.
And the person chairing the eting was not Davy Barnett, but Erson Hols.
“Ethan Smith broke into the prison, accompanied by two extrely powerful individuals,” Erson Hols reported truthfully.
“President Barnett, holding a Martial Saint Weapon, not only failed to harm Ethan Smith at all but also had the Prajna Ruler taken from him.”
The entire eting room fell silent.
After what seed like a long ti, soone finally spoke up: “Davy Barnett is, after all, the president; he cannot die; even if he dies, he cannot die at the hands of Ethan Smith.”
“Yes, one way or another, we need to bring him back.”
Hearing this, Erson Hols hurriedly said, “But… Ethan Smith said he wants us to exchange Emily Taylor for his release. Do we… agree to his request?”
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