The Heavenly Guardian Book is a legendary text that records contracts.
As the man with the mustache mentioned, this contract cannot be violated, or else oneâs soul would be in danger.
The man with the mustache placed the Heavenly Guardian Book in front of the two, his face adorned with a sycophantic smile.
âMs. Hayward, Iâm afraid that Ethan Smith may not keep his words, so I specifically prepared the Heavenly Guardian Book for you,â the man with the mustache said with a grin.
Despite his words, everyone knew that the man with the mustache was actually helping Ethan Smith.
If Ethan Smith really lost, he would face death, so thereâs no need for signing any Heavenly Guardian Book.
Ms. Haywardâs face darkened slightly, and she fiercely glared at the man with the mustache, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.
âI donât need to sign any Heavenly Guardian Book,â Ms. Hayward coldly huffed.
âI represent the Capital City Martial Arts Association, and I wonât go back on my word.â
Ethan Smith sneered, âThe words of the Capital City Martial Arts Association have always been as insignificant as farts. If you donât dare to sign, just say so.â
Ms. Haywardâs face grew colder, and she narrowed her eyes, âEthan Smith, mind your tone.â
âCut the crap. Dare or not?â Ethan Smith scoffed.
âIt seems youâre not very confident in the beast youâve raised. What, are you afraid Iâll kill it with just a slap?â
Before Ms. Hayward could respond, the young man named Broderick couldnât hold back any longer.
He stepped forward and coldly said, âIâll sign it! Whoâs afraid of who!â
Seeing this, the man with the mustache quickly spoke, âCome, bite your finger and drip your blood onto the Heavenly Guardian Book.â
Broderick let out a light snort, and just as he was about to bite his finger, Ms. Hayward suddenly grabbed his wrist.
âLet me do it,â Ms. Hayward said coldly.
Ethan Smith sneered, âIt doesnât matter who does it; the result will be the same.â
Without further ado, Ms. Hayward walked up to the Heavenly Guardian Book and bit her finger.
Drops of blood flowed down her finger and fell onto the Heavenly Guardian Book.
The moment the blood fell, thick smoke rose from the Heavenly Guardian Book!
The smoke then transformed into strands of faint light, heading straight for Ms. Haywardâs brow!
âBuzzâ
The faint light entered Ms. Haywardâs brow, and the bet was officially sealed.
âYour turn,â Ms. Hayward said with narrowed eyes.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Without speaking, Ethan Smith bit his finger and dripped his blood onto the Heavenly Guardian Book.
Once again, a flash of light passed, and the bet between the two took effect.
âOne month later, see you at the Capital City Martial Arts Association,â the man with the mustache put away the Heavenly Guardian Book.
He looked at Ms. Hayward with a grin and then theatrically warned Ethan Smith.
âEthan Smith, let me tell you, if this bet is not fulfilled, the agreement will never be lifted. Your soul will be signed with Satan for a lifetime, understand?â The man with the mustache stared straight into Ethan Smithâs eyes.
Although his words seemed to be directed at Ethan Smith, they were actually warning Ms. Hayward.
If something were to happen to Ethan Smith during this period, it would mean the bet couldnât be completed as agreed, and it wouldnât be lifted.
In this way, Ethan Smith gained a month of safety.
âI understand,â Ethan Smith said with a smile.
At that moment, Ethan Smith couldnât help but silently praise the man with the mustache.
To be fair, this guy was truly cunning.
Ms. Hayward also saw-through the man with the mustacheâs intentions, and she glared at him fiercely, saying, âYou do have a lot of tricks up your sleeveâ¦â
The man with the mustache promptly bowed and said, âMs. Hayward, youâre too kind; Iâm just a lowly person with no skills.â
Ms. Hayward couldnât help but clench her teeth once more.
This man with the mustache spoke with a weird tone, and it made people furious.
Ms. Hayward took a deep breath, then sized up the man with the mustache, and asked, âAre you interested in working for the Capital City Martial Arts Association?â
As soon as these words came out, the entire room was shocked!
Even Ethan Smithâs mouth hung slightly agape.
Ms. Hayward was actually inviting the man with the mustache?
âMs. Hayward, are you serious?â The man with the mustache asked with a surprised expression.
Ms. Hayward smiled lightly, âI see you as a talented individual, and the Capital City Martial Arts Association wonât let any talent slip by.â
The man with the mustache exclaimed in astonishment, âMs. Hayward, are you for real? Me, a lowly person like myself, eligible to join the Capital City Martial Arts Association? My God, am I dreaming?â
âArenât all those who join the Capital City Martial Arts Association from noble families like you? Am I worthy?â
As soon as these words were uttered, someone in the audience couldnât help but laugh.
A smile also involuntarily spread across Ethan Smithâs face.
This man with the mustache was truly an expert in speaking with a peculiar tone.
Ms. Haywardâs face grew even more displeased, her facial muscles twitching slightly.
Obviously, Ms. Hayward was thoroughly infuriated.
She glared at the man with the mustache coldly and said, âYou know no bounds when given face.â
The man with the mustache chuckled awkwardly, âMs. Hayward, what are you talking about? I just think Iâm not good enough for such a noble organization.â
Knowing she wouldnât gain any advantage, Ms. Hayward no longer paid attention to the man with the mustache.
She looked coldly at Ethan Smith and said, âEthan Smith, cherish your remaining time.â
Ethan Smith scoffed, âYou should be saying that to your beast.â
Without further words, Ms. Hayward turned and left with Broderick.
After she left, Ethan Smith also walked down from the stage.
âTsk tsk, Ethan Smith, youâve got some real skills. That Broderick is apparently Ms. Haywardâs direct disciple. Even I might not be a hundred percent sure of winning,â Dominic Taylor approached and said with a light smile.
Ethan Smith glanced at Dominic Taylor and scoffed, âYou really like putting on airs, donât you? What does your confidence have to do with me? You really think highly of yourself.â
Dominic Taylorâs eyes narrowed slightly, and he coldly said, âEthan Smith, youâve already offended Ms. Hayward. Do you want to offend me as well?â
Ethan Smith pointed a finger at Dominic Taylorâs nose and said, âDominic Taylor, one month later, Iâll slaughter you too. Donât worry.â
Dominic Taylor laughed heartily, âArrogant fool! I wanted to see for myself too, so why not let me experience it now!â
âIf you want to fight, Iâll accompany you!â At this point, Frederick Cohen leaped to his feet and stood in front of Dominic Taylor.
Dominic Taylor coldly stared at Frederick Cohen and said, âKid, youâre not dead yet. Well, Iâve been wanting to teach you a lesson.â
âIs that so? Then, come and try!â Frederick Cohen brimmed with energy, ready for a fight.
Ethan Smith pulled Frederick Cohen back and looked at Dominic Taylor, saying, âDominic Taylor, donât worry. Iâll satisfy you in a month.â
Dominic Taylor snorted lightly, âFine, see you in a month.â
With these words, Dominic Taylor turned and walked away.