There were subtle, elusive breaths hidden all around, with at least dozens of people nearby.
Ethan Smith concealed his own breath, looked at Clare Richardson, and said, âWait for me here, donât go anywhere until I come back.â
Clare Richardson stubbornly said, âI want to go with you!â
No, itâs a very dangerous thing, you canât follow.â Ethan Smith frowned.
Clare Richardson said, âI am a Military Marquis now, I am not afraid of danger.â
Ethan Smith saw that he couldnât persuade Clare Richardson and could only take her downstairs with him.
After going downstairs, the sharp-eyed man with the mustache quickly detected something was off.
He sniffed and then looked around, his fingers constantly moving around in the air.
âThe Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials have emerged?â The man with the mustache frowned.
Ethan Smith asked in surprise, âHow did you know?â
âProfessional instinct.â The man with the mustache said.
Although Ethan Smith was slightly surprised, he didnât say anything.
More and more people gathered nearby, and soon more than twenty Military Marquises appeared in the vicinity.
âEthan Smith, you arrived quite timely.â At this moment, Lovell Pauley and Perry Elliott walked over.
Ethan Smith glanced at them and didnât say a word.
He didnât bother dealing with Lovell Pauley and Perry Elliott at all.
âThere are dozens of Military Marquises trying to grab the Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials today. Do you think you stand a chance?â Perry Elliott snorted coldly.
âShut your mouth, whether I have a chance or not has nothing to do with you.â Ethan Smith said coldly.
Perry Elliott snorted lightly and said mockingly, âEthan Smith, be careful, just in case someone tries to stab you in the back.â
âIs this a threat?â Ethan Smithâs face turned cold, and he took a step forward.
An oppressive aura rushed forward, and Perry Elliottâs face changed slightly.
âEthan Smith, we are here to help you. How could we threaten you?â Lovell Pauley quickly stepped in to mediate.
Ethan Smith looked at them coldly and said, âLet me tell you, you better not try to calculate me, or else⦠I donât mind slaughtering you first!â
Lovell Pauleyâs face changed slightly, and his heart was even more annoyed.
But for some reason, Lovell Pauley couldnât say a word.
Ethan Smith didnât bother with the two of them anymore and turned to walk away.
The man with the mustacheâs hand was still moving around in the air, as if trying to figure something out.
At this moment, Ms. Hayward walked over with eight people in purple robes from a distance.
The purple robes were extremely eye-catching under the sunlight, and their identities attracted the attention of countless people.
âPurple robes? From the Capital City Martial Arts Association?â
âTheyâre targeting it too, troublesome.â
âEight purple robes were dispatched, it seems that the Capital City Martial Arts Association attach great importance to this matter.â
Many of the surrounding Military Marquises were from foreign forces.
Naturally, they held a certain awe towards the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
After all, many overseas forces were arrested by the Capital City Martial Arts Association, and the people who acted were basically in purple robes.
Ms. Hayward seemed to be extremely satisfied with everyoneâs attitude.
She crossed her hands behind her back and looked around.
Wherever her gaze went, everyone instinctively turned their faces away so as not to meet her eyes.
This made Ms. Hayward even more satisfied, and a sense of superiority rose within her.
Then, Ms. Hayward walked towards Ethan Smithâs direction with her entourage.
âI canât believe you actually dared to come.â Ms. Hayward said with narrowed eyes.âWhy wouldnât I dare? Even an old beast like you is here, how could I miss out on the fun?â Ethan Smith mocked.
Ms. Hayward sneered, âSharp-tongued brat, letâs see how long you can stay arrogant!â
After saying that, Ms. Hayward glanced at Ethanâs side and sneered, âJust the three of you, and you dare to lay your hands on Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials? Youâre delusional.â
Then, she looked at Clare Richardson and ridiculed, âYou even brought such a young child with you to die? But I have to admit, Ethan, youâre quite lucky with women.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âFirst, Emily Taylor suffered for you. Now, this little child is willing to follow you to her death.â
Mentioning Emily Taylor, Ethanâs face darkened a bit.
âYou better shut your mouth,â Ethan warned coldly.
Ms. Hayward ignored Ethan and instead smiled at Clare Richardson.
âYoung lady, with your age and talent to step into the Military Marquis Realm, your natural talent is heaven-sent. Are you interested in joining the Capital City Martial Arts Association?â Ms. Hayward asked with a grin.
Clare gave Ms. Hayward a dismissive glance and remained silent.
Ms. Hayward put on a kind-hearted appearance and continued, âJoining the Capital City Martial Arts Association is an official position, a glorious and proud thing to do. Itâs much better than following some small-time thug.â
Looking at Ms. Hayward in front of her, Clare sneered, âOld hag, shut your mouth, you have bad breath.â
At her words, Ms. Haywardâs face instantly darkened.
She stared coldly at Clare and said, âYou ungrateful wretch, Iâd like to see what sort of end awaits you!â
With a sarcastic expression, Clare replied, âGiven your age, I doubt youâll live to see that day. Maybe youâll just drop dead tomorrow.â
âYou!â Ms. Haywardâs face turned cold. She sneered with anger, pointing at Clare and said, âFine, fine! I hope you wonât regret it!â
Knowing she wouldnât get her way with words, Ms. Hayward left with the eight purple-robed men.
More and more people were gathering around, and many Marquises were huddled together in groups.
Some in groups of three or five, some in groups of seven or eight, and the most powerful force was naturally the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
âWhy havenât they come yet?â Ethan glanced at the time and couldnât help but frown.
Could Guy Noble have forgotten about this?
At that moment, an old man approached from not too far away.
Seeing the old man, many Marquises went up to greet him, including Ms. Hayward.
âWho is that person?â Ethan was a bit surprised, seeing the reactions of the people.
From everyoneâs attitude towards him, this man was probably no simple character.
âMaster Baldwin Daniels of Deducing Heavenly Secrets,â the man with the mustasche replied.
âMaster of Deducing Heavenly Secrets?â Ethan looked even more astonished.
The man with the mustache nodded and said, âThey rely on deducing heavenly secrets to determine the location of where treasures appear, so they are quite popular.â
âSo thereâs such a professionâ¦â Ethan muttered and said, âNo way, I have to go over and take a look.â
After finishing, Ethan trotted over.
As Ethan walked up, Ms. Hayward looked at him coldly.
âYouâre not welcome here,â she said icily.
Ethan glanced at her and retorted, âAm I here to see you? What does this have to do with you?â
âMs. Hayward is right; youâre indeed not welcome here.â Baldwin Daniels also spoke indifferently.
Seeing this, Ethanâs eyebrows furrowed.
âGet lost!â Ms. Hayward scolded coldly.
Ethan swept his gaze around and noticed that everyoneâs faces seemed to carry a trace of coldness.
Although slightly irritated, Ethan had no choice but to leave with his tail between his legs.
âDamn it, they wonât even let me listen,â Ethan couldnât help but curse.
The man with the mustache next to him sneered, âNo worries, that Baldwin Daniels is called a master, but in reality, heâs wrong eight out of ten times. Heâs not worth mentioning.â