Chapter 609: Chapter 609: The Despicable Capital City Martial Arts Association_1

The phantom figure slowly turned around.

His pupils were incredibly deep, and his face was filled with a touch of coldness.

With chiseled features, resolute contours, and masculine visage, he calmly gazed at Ethan Smith.

Ethan quickly stood up, reaching out to embrace him, but his hands passed through the figure.

“Father, Father!” Ethan yelled desperately.

“Where are you? Where have you been and why have you never come to see me?” Ethan shouted madly.

But the figure remained silent, still gazing at Ethan.

All the grievances in Ethan’s heart erupted at this moment.

“Why didn’t you ever come to see me when I was growing up? You have the power to reach the heavens, yet you abandoned me! Do you know how much I have suffered over the years!” Ethan roared.

“I’ve been bullied, humiliated, looked down upon, driven out of my family, and…”

Although Ethan wanted to save face in front of his father, tears welled up in his eyes.

“I am not the Ethan Smith who used to let people walk all over me.” Ethan rubbed his eyes, ultimately not letting the tears fall.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

With their eyes locked, Ethan stood up straight.

The phantom figure seemed to be slowly fading away.

Ethan clenched his fists tightly, trying to suppress the longing in his heart.

Having experienced so much, Ethan understood that complaining would not solve any problems.

As a man, one should always remain calm, no matter the situation.

Just as the phantom figure was about to disappear, it suddenly raised its weary hand, as if wanting to pat Ethan’s head.

But the figure ultimately passed through Ethan’s body and slowly vanished.

Ethan clenched his fists as tears welled up in his eyes again.

“Dad…” Finally, Ethan couldn’t hold back any longer. He fell to his knees with a thud, pain etched on his face.

A wave of fatigue swept over him.

Ethan collapsed on the ground, whispering, “I’m so tired, so tired…”

As he spoke, his vision began to darken, and he eventually passed out.

…

Outside, Jordan Richards had already led everyone back to the Capital City Martial Arts Association.

“Everyone, disband,” Jordan coldly ordered.

After saying this, Jordan hurried to Davy Barnett’s office.

Seeing Jordan with one arm broken, Davy couldn’t help but frown slightly.

“What happened?” Davy asked.

Jordan clenched his teeth and said, “It was Ethan Smith’s doing!”

Davy was silent for a moment before continuing to ask, “Where is Ethan Smith now?”

“He’s dead,” Jordan sneered.

“I locked him in the Immortal Slaying Sect.”

Then, Jordan recounted the events in detail to Davy.

After listening, Davy squinted and said, “This Ethan Smith… is finally dead!”

Jordan coldly said, “If he didn’t die, would my arm have been broken in vain?”

Davy seemed to not care about Jordan’s arm. He squinted and said, “Those people from the lower levels… dare to rebel?”

“Yes.” Jordan’s face flashed with anger when he mentioned the topic.

“Don’t worry, I’ll kill them all right away!”

Davy shook his head: “You can’t make a move again; it would easily draw dissatisfaction from above.”

Jordan was silent for a moment before saying, “President Barnett, don’t worry, I’ve already thought of a plan. None of those people… will survive!”

Davy seemed to trust Jordan and didn’t ask any more questions. Instead, he gave instructions: “By the way, Ethan Smith has a place called Green Moon Villa, right? Make it disappear.”

Jordan nodded slightly, “Understood.”

…Capital City, on a desolate mountain.

Jordan Richards, who only had one arm, was standing here, waiting for someone.

“Mr. Richards…”

Soon, a man in a black robe appeared behind Jordan Richards.

This man was none other than Dudley Lynch.

Jordan Richards glanced at Dudley Lynch and said coldly, “I’m going to kill Frederick Cohen and the others, not leaving a single one alive.”

Saying that, Jordan Richards handed Dudley Lynch a list.

On this list were not only their names, but also their detailed personal information.

Dudley Lynch took the list and said sinisterly, “Mr. Richards, what’s in it for me?”

Jordan Richards replied coldly, “I won’t treat you unfairly, just get it done.”

Dudley Lynch was not foolish; he knew exactly what kind of person Jordan Richards was.

Empty promises were not enough to deceive Dudley Lynch.

Seeing that Dudley Lynch was not leaving, Jordan Richards said impatiently, “What do you want?”

Dudley Lynch glanced at the two black balls that Jordan Richards was playing with in his hand.

“I want those two Black Gold Stone Magical Artifacts,” said Dudley Lynch.

Hearing this, Jordan Richards’ pupils constricted!

He coldly stared at Dudley Lynch with a warning tone, “Don’t be too greedy, or you’ll invite disaster upon yourself!”

But Dudley Lynch was not panicked. He said with a faint smile, “Mr. Richards, all those people are top-level experts, especially Frederick Cohen. His strength is not inferior to mine.”

“If my actions fail, you’ll also suffer a loss, won’t you?”

“Moreover, these Black Gold Stones… They’re not exactly rare treasures for the Capital City Martial Arts Association, are they?”

Jordan Richards frowned slightly, snorted, and then waved his hand, allowing the two black balls to fall into Dudley Lynch’s hands.

“Just do it, and make it clean,” said Jordan Richards coldly.

“And don’t let anyone suspect the Capital City Martial Arts Association!”

Dudley Lynch licked his lips and said, “Mr. Richards, don’t worry.”

…

Ethan Smith is dead!

This news quickly swept through the entire world of martial arts!

“Ethan Smith… actually died like this?”

“I heard he died within the Immortal Slaying Sect.”

“The Immortal Slaying Sect? The sect from ten thousand years ago?”

“I think there’s more to the story. Maybe Jordan Richards had a personal vendetta. Who doesn’t know that the Capital City Martial Arts Association once sent Jordan Richards to hunt down Ethan Smith?”

“Is Ethan Smith really dead? I still find it hard to believe…”

For a while, rumors were rampant, and nearly half the people didn’t believe that Ethan Smith had truly died.

Inside Green Moon Villa, Polly Reeves and the others’ faces were pale.

“Mr. Smith… couldn’t have just died like this!”

Sofia Carrillo and Edward Green were heartbroken, but deep down, they always believed that Ethan Smith was definitely not dead!

Time passed by every second, and in a blink, a week had passed.

But Ethan Smith still hadn’t appeared, which made everyone begin to believe the fact that he was dead.

…

At this time, Ethan Smith finally woke up from his coma.

He walked to the door, trying to break it down.

“Boom!”

However, no matter how hard Ethan Smith tried, he couldn’t break down the door.

“What am I supposed to do now?” Ethan Smith couldn’t help but furrow his brows.