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 lifetime.
Facing Ethan Smith now, Davy Barnett couldnât help but shout, âEthan Smith, donât go too far! Iâm the president of the Capital City Martial Arts Association! Do you know the consequences of threatening us?!â
At this reminder, Ethan Smith seemed to come to a realization.
He sneered, âIâve changed my mind, Iâm only giving you two days, remember, no more than two days.â
âIf I donât see Emily Taylor in two days, Iâll publicly execute the president of the Capital City Martial Arts Association!â
âIf the higher-ups donât mind the shame, feel free to do as you please!â
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 wasnât much time 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 time in history that the president of the Capital City Martial Arts Association had been captured!
âEven the president is captured, this is so fucking unbelievableâ¦â
âYeah, to capture a thief, you catch the leader first; truly worthy of Ethan Smith.â
âFor Emily Taylor, Ethan Smith really pushed the limitsâ¦â
For a time, there was lively discussion everywhere, with almost everyone talking about this matter.
The presidentâs capture had undoubtedly tarnished the reputation of the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
At the Capital City Martial Arts Association, Emerson Holmes silently smoked a cigarette.
Thinking for a while, Emerson Holmes got up and walked towards his office.
Once inside the office, Emerson Holmes closed the door tightly, and then dialed a phone call to Ethan Smith.
At this moment, 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 Emerson Holmesâ call, Ethan Smith frowned, and picked up the phone.
âHello,â Ethan Smith answered calmly.
On the other end, Emerson Holmes got straight to the point: âEthan Smith, for the higher-ups, Davy Barnett is just a pawn, and they probably wonât agree to your request.â
At these words, Ethan Smithâs face instantly turned vicious.
He took a deep breath and said, âWho exactly are these higher-ups?â
Emerson Holmes bitterly laughed, âNo one knows their identity, not even Davy Barnett.â
Ethan Smith fell into silence.
He didnât have a deep understanding of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, and knew even less about these higher-ups.
âDavy Barnett is after all the president, well known to the world. Even if they donât care about his life, they will care about his identity as the president.â 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 Barnettâs capture was making waves.
If the Capital City Martial Arts Association couldnât even retrieve their president, they would not only lose face, but also lose their authority and prestige!
âLetâs hope so,â Emerson Holmes said solemnly.
Ethan Smith sneered, âEven if they really abandon Davy Barnett, it would also be beneficial for me.â
âUpon killing Davy Barnett, you will become the next president.â
Emerson Holmes was stunned for a moment, then bitterly laughed, âThatâs true indeed.â
Ethan Smith grunted in acknowledgement and said, âIf thereâs any news, remember to inform me.â
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 basement.
The basement was extremely damp and dark, and Ethan Smith had even thrown the masked womanâs coffin in there.
The entire basement was extremely cold, so cold that even Davy Barnettâs face turned blue and swollen.
In the basement, there was a small dog cage.
At this moment, 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.
âEthan Smith, let me out!â Davy Barnett roared angrily.
Ethan Smith coldly glanced at Davy Barnett and said, âWhatâs the matter, are you feeling very painful?â
Davy Barnett clenched his teeth and replied, âI am the president of the Capital City Martial Arts Association! You locked me in such a small dog cage, Iâ¦I will kill you!â
Ethan Smith couldnât help but laugh, âWhat, now you know the taste of humiliation too? When Emily Taylor was locked in your prison, didnât she suffer too?â
âAll those martial artists who were forcibly charged with crimes simply because their opinions differed from your Association, donât they have any dignity!?â
With a loud roar, the entire cage vibrated!
And the entire basement was filled with dust that fell down.
âDavy Barnett, I told you, I will make you suffer a hundred, even a thousand times more pain!â Ethan Smith sneered.
Davy Barnett angrily stared at Ethan Smith and said, âThe Capital City Martial Arts Association wonât let you go, you are dead!â
Ethan Smith didnât bother to pay attention to Davy Barnett, kicked the cage, and turned to walk out.
At this time, a meeting was taking place in the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
In the meeting room, those high-ranking officials were still hiding in the shadows.
And the person chairing the meeting was not Davy Barnett, but Emerson Holmes.
âEthan Smith broke into the prison, accompanied by two extremely powerful individuals,â Emerson Holmes reported truthfully.
âPresident Barnett, holding a Martial Saint Weapon, not only failed to harm Ethan Smith at all but also had the Prajna Ruler taken from him.â
The entire meeting room fell silent.
After what seemed like a long time, someone finally spoke up: âDavy Barnett is, after all, the president; he cannot die; even if he dies, he cannot die at the hands of Ethan Smith.â
âYes, one way or another, we need to bring him back.â
Hearing this, Emerson Holmes hurriedly said, âBut⦠Ethan Smith said he wants us to exchange Emily Taylor for his release. Do we⦠agree to his request?â