Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Chapter 638: Chapter 638: Furious!

For Emerson Holmes, getting the authority to mobilize the black and gold robes was almost an impossible task.

Each of the black and gold robes was stronger and of higher status than Emerson, who held a nominal position as Vice President.

But Emerson knew in his heart that if he could eliminate Ethan Smith, he would undoubtedly be credited with a great accomplishment and eliminate a potential danger.

…

Ethan spent the whole night sitting in the courtyard unable to sleep.

He looked up at the moon hanging high in the sky and couldn’t help but sigh softly.

“What should I do…” Ethan muttered to himself.

If he tells the man with the mustache about the mask, his experience would surely reveal the connection between Clare Richardson and the masked woman.

If Clare were to be hurt because of this, Ethan would never be able to bear it.

But if he didn’t do it, how could he save Emily Taylor?

Although the mustached man seemed trustworthy, his trust could only be maintained as long as the temptation of benefits wasn’t too great; as long as the benefits reached a certain condition, no one could guarantee what might happen.

So he sat there for the whole night.

At dawn, Ethan got up and clenched his teeth, saying, “Clare, I will do my best to protect you!”

For the sake of Emily, Ethan had no other choice.

He turned and went to the mustached man’s room, then knocked on the door.

When the door opened, the mustached man rubbed his eyes and said, “What’s up, The Master hasn’t woken up yet.”

Ethan said, “Didn’t you want to know the whereabouts of the mask? I can tell you.”

“Really?” The mustachioed man’s eyes lit up, and he suddenly became alert.

Ethan nodded and said, “But you have to tell me first how exactly to control this male corpse.”

The mustached man waved his hand and said, “Oh, I told you, only I can use this technique. As long as you bring the mask, I can definitely satisfy you.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes and asked, “I’m asking you, is there a need for a certain amount of preparation to control this male corpse?”

The mustached man was taken aback but then muttered, “How do you know that?”

Ethan rolled his eyes and said, “For every little thing you do, you have to make a lot of preparations. Controlling the male corpse is not an easy task. Naturally, it requires preparation.”

The mustached man grumbled, “Indeed, and I need a certain amount of materials, which I don’t have at the moment.”

“Alright,” Ethan nodded.

“Once you have gathered the materials and are ready, I’ll take you to see the mask,” Ethan said.

Hearing this, the mustached man suddenly became anxious. He grabbed Ethan and said, “Don’t! Just take me to see the mask, even just a glimpse will do!”

“No,” Ethan said in an uncompromising tone.

“You better use this time to prepare the materials.”

The mustached man became frantic and scratched his head while pacing, but he couldn’t do anything about it with Ethan.

“Fine, I agree,” Finally, the mustached man had to compromise.

“But you can’t deceive me. These materials take a lot of effort to collect,” he reminded Ethan.

“Don’t worry, I’m even more anxious than you are,” Ethan glanced at him and said.

At this point, Ethan asked, “How long will it take to collect these materials?”

After thinking for a moment, the mustachioed man replied, “The least it will take is a month, and at most, half a year. In any case, I’ll be as fast as possible.”

“It’s longer than I expected,” Ethan thought to himself.

But this was the fastest way to challenge the Capital City Martial Arts Association.

If it were up to Ethan alone, he would have to enter the peak form of Military Marquis at the very least, or even become a Martial Saint.

But to reach the Martial Saint level in such a short time was almost impossible.

“So you better hurry up and prepare, I’ll be waiting for you,” Ethan said.

The mustached man didn’t hesitate and set off the same day to search for materials.

After he left, Ethan took out his phone and opened the Martial Arts Forum.

As expected, the forum was already in an uproar.

Although the Capital City Martial Arts Association tried its best to block the news, the impact was too great, and it was beyond the Association’s control.

“Who exactly is this black-robed man? He actually made the Capital City Martial Arts Association suffer such a big loss!”

“No one has dared to steal their stuff for so many years.”

“Even Ethan Smith couldn’t do such a thing back then.”

“I heard this person is Perry Elliott! The veteran top-tier Military Marquis!”

“Yeah, I heard that Perry has an older generation than Jackson Harris. If it really is him, it wouldn’t be surprising.”

“He robbed the auction, killed three black and gold robes, and then left like a boss. Wow, it’s terrifying.”

For a time, the words “black-robed man” became synonymous with mystery.

And following suit, the Capital City Martial Arts Association naturally lost face.

…

In a golf course in Capital City.

Today, several young aristocrats seemed to be gathering here.

“Did you hear that the black-robed man killed two black and gold robes, and if Jordan Richards hadn’t run so fast, he might have died under his knife too?” Darnell Bradley said solemnly.

Emmett Middleton smiled slightly, “This news is probably known to everyone; it’s hard not to know.”

“Who exactly is this person with such extraordinary strength? Could it really be Perry Elliott?” Ricardo Bowman frowned.

Daphne Green, who had been silent, shook her head, “I don’t think it’s Perry. He has no reason to do this.”

“If it’s not Perry, who else could it be? It surely can’t be Jackson Harris,” Everyone laughed.

“Sigh, I heard that as long as the people who gain the bloodline from the Capital City Martial Arts Association, they will all become his prey. We don’t even dare to go there now,” Darnell sighed.

All of these people were on the list, which was supposed to be a good thing. But with the black-robed man still alive, they simply didn’t dare to go.

Although they were top-tier young aristocrats from Capital City, they only had one life.

“Yeah, if we encounter the black-robed man, we… might not even have a chance to survive,” Ricardo also sighed.

“It’s really the case of there being people beyond people, and heavens beyond the sky. I used to be quite satisfied with myself,” someone said self-deprecatingly.

At this moment, Blaise Rhodes snorted coldly, “We shouldn’t belittle ourselves. The black-robed man may have been cultivating for countless years. If he were the same age as us, he would definitely not be our opponent.”

“Well, that’s true. Blaise’s words make sense.”

“The black-robed man has been cultivating for so many years, it’s just that he traded time for space.”

Blaise’s words seemed to have won everyone’s approval.

…

After another day, the actions of the Capital City Martial Arts Association officially began.

In the Association’s office, facing Emerson, there were eight black and gold robes.

These eight black and gold robes were all mid-term Military Marquises.

Not only that, they were also equipped with several magical artifacts!

“Is everything ready at the scene?” Emerson swept his gaze over everyone and asked.

“Yes, we’ve already set up a tight dragnet. As long as he dares to appear, he will definitely die!” one of the black and gold robes replied.

Emerson took a deep breath, stood up, and said, “I will apply to President Barnett for the Martial Saint Weapon! I will ensure that he is killed at the first available opportunity!”

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