Chapter 688: Chapter 688: 688: I Want to Talk to You

Ethan Smith’s purpose in resurrecting these two corpses was to save Emily Taylor.

Having taken such a long time, Ethan Smith didn’t want to waste another minute now that the resurrection was successful.

“By the way, I should remind you that these corpses can last for a maximum of three days,” the man with the mustache reminded him.

Ethan calculated the time and nodded, “Three days should be enough.”

As long as he could make the Capital City Martial Arts Association feel afraid, that would be enough.

Then, Ethan looked at the man with the mustache and asked, “How much strength can these two corpses exert now?”

The man with the mustache shrugged, “After all, they’re dead and only have a physical body left, so there’s not much difference between them and a magical artifact. It depends on the strength of the controller.”

“For example, a Martial Saint Weapon can only exert its full strength in the hands of a Martial Saint, followed by a Marquis, and so on. If an Inner Strength Master obtains a Martial Saint Weapon, it might be no different from scrap metal.”

Ethan slightly nodded, generally understanding the man with the mustache’s meaning.

“Based on my speculation, these two corpses were originally protectors, but the purpose of their protection is unknown,” the man with the mustache guessed.

Ethan scratched his chin and said, “Facing a Peak Form of Military Marquis, a Protector hardly needed to exert any effort, so dealing with a Martial Saint should be easy.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Upon hearing this, the man with the mustache couldn’t help but scoff, “Martial Saint? If these two Protectors could exert their full strength, Martial Saints would be mere ants to them.”

“Enough talk,” Ethan rolled his eyes.

If they could exert their full strength, not only a small Capital City Martial Arts Association, but even an entire nation would be insignificant.

At this time, the sky had already started to brighten, and Clare Richardson had awakened from her slumber.

“You sure had a good sleep, able to sleep through all this noise,” Ethan half-jokingly and half-seriously said.

Clare rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, “I don’t know why, but I feel so sleepy and not energetic at all.”

Ethan didn’t think much about it, but the man with the mustache frowned at his side.

He narrowed his eyes, thinking about something.

Following that, Ethan and the others went back to Green Moon Villa.

Inside the Great Hall:

Polly Reeves, looking at the two male corpses, couldn’t help expressing her surprise, “Mr. Smith, who are these two people?”

Ethan was about to explain but hesitated for a moment. “They…they are my two friends, one named Vernon Sherman, and the other named Haydyn Webster,” he said.

Hearing this, the man with the mustache burst out laughing.

“These names… are indeed down to earth,” Polly remarked while trying to hold back her laughter.

On the side, the man with the mustache said with a roll of his eyes, “If their true selves heard these names, they might strangle you.”

Ethan, however, was quite satisfied with these two names.

After that, Ethan and Polly discussed their plans, and he prepared to head to the Capital City.

“Ethan, remember what I said: they can only maintain this state for three days, and they will turn back into corpses after that,” the man with the mustache advised before their departure.

Ethan took a deep breath and said, “I’ll remember.”

After parting with the man with the mustache, Ethan hurried to the Capital City.

…

The Capital City Martial Arts Association:

The giant iron doors, several meters high, were extremely solemn and dignified.

At the entrance, a man smoking a cigarette and surveying the surroundings was Emerson Holmes.

Ever since he captured Ethan last time, his status has risen dramatically.

Moreover, during this time, the major aristocratic families have been pressuring the Capital City Martial Arts Association.

This external pressure was mostly resolved by Emerson Holmes, causing his position to rise even more, almost on par with Davy Barnett!

“President,” those who passed by the entrance of the Capital City Martial Arts Association politely greeted Emerson Holmes.

The word “vice” in “Vice President Holmes” had unknowingly disappeared, which made Emerson quite proud.

“President Holmes, what a pleasure,” a familiar voice rang in Emerson’s ear.

Upon hearing this voice, Emerson’s facial expression changed slightly!

He quickly turned around, and standing behind him was indeed Ethan!

Emerson’s face flashed with a hint of nervousness. After glancing around to make sure no one was there, he pulled Ethan aside.

“Are you crazy?! Davy Barnet is gathering people to catch you, and you dare to come here? Are you looking for death?!” Emerson whispered angrily.

Ethan smiled and didn’t respond to his words, but instead said, “Please inform President Barnett that Ethan Smith would like to talk to him.”

Emerson’s pupils shrank, and he couldn’t help but curse, “Have you really gone mad?! Do you think Barnett will talk to you?”

Ethan replied with a faint smile, “Just do as I say. I know what I’m doing.”

Emerson wanted to say something else, but at this moment, someone came out of the Association.

Emerson hastily changed his facial expression and pointed at Ethan, “You stay here and don’t move! I’ll go inform President Barnett now!”

…

At this moment, in Barnett’s office, there were eight in black and gold robes and three in purple robes!

Not only that, Barnett was holding a Martial Saint Weapon in his hand.

This Martial Saint Weapon was the Prajna Ruler used by Barnett that day!

Looking at the people in front, Davy Barnett took a deep breath and said, “The major aristocratic families have always been pressing our Capital City Martial Arts Association, demanding that we remove Ethan Smith as soon as possible.”

Everyone remained silent, waiting for Barnett’s next words.

Barnett continued, “But this Ethan Smith is cunning and tricky. He has already killed four of our purple-robed members using an unknown method!”

At this point, Barnett took out the Prajna Ruler.

He placed the Prajna Ruler on the table saying, “In order to prevent any accidents, I’ve applied for another Martial Saint Weapon from the higher-ups. As long as we can kill Ethan, even if we lose a Martial Saint Weapon, it doesn’t matter!”

“President Barnett, just tell us where Ethan Smith is,” a purple robe said coldly.

“That’s right, as long as you inform us of Ethan’s whereabouts, he is as good as dead.”

Barnett said solemnly, “I just received the news that Ethan Smith has returned to Green Moon Villa.”

“Knowing that,” the purple robe grabbed the Prajna Ruler from the table, then turned to leave.

At this moment, Emerson Holmes entered the room.

Seeing Emerson, Barnett’s face showed a hint of displeasure, “Who let you in? Can’t you knock on the door? Get out!”

Emerson snorted and said, “I have come to inform you of an important matter.”

“No matter how important, you should knock on the door first! I am your superior!” Barnett shouted.

Emerson lit a cigarette, sat down opposite Barnett, and slowly said, “You’re looking for Ethan Smith, right? He’s at the entrance of the Association right now. He says he wants to talk to you.”