MRS. AND MR. SMITH - Season 10 Episode 27

Ethan Smith’s brows furrowed slightly. He knew he couldn’t dodge this bastard any longer.

He turned his face away, remaining silent, hoping to deceive his way out of this.

“What, lost your nerve now?”

However, Darian Snyder showed no intention of letting Ethan Smith off the hook.

He sneered, “Isn’t your strength supposed to be impressive? Why aren’t you speaking now?”

Ethan Smith frowned.

If this continued, he might not be able to restrain himself.

“Brother Snyder, this kid does need to be dealt with.”

Just then, Tyler Wright approached from the side.

Seeing Tyler, Ethan’s rage surged even more.

He loathed Tyler Wright to the core, wishing he could kill him on sight.

“Hmm?” At this moment, Tyler Wright started scrutinizing Ethan Smith.

“This kid seems vaguely familiar.”

Hearing this, Ethan’s face changed dramatically.

Could he have… been discovered?

“Kid, take off your hat.” Tyler Wright approached Ethan, speaking coldly.

Ethan Smith glared at Tyler Wright, fury clouding his mind.

“What, can’t understand what I’m saying?”

With a disdainful snort, Tyler extended a hand to take Ethan’s hat.

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Ethan instinctively swatted away Tyler’s wrist.

This undoubtedly enraged Tyler, who glared at Ethan and said, “You dare to resist! Fine, I’ll use you as an appetizer today!”

Ethan immediately became enraged. He stood bolt upright, ready to fight!

The situation was highly charged, ready to erupt into a fight at any time.

“You want to fight, fine, I’ll fight with you!” Just then, Blaise Rhodes stepped forward.

He stared coldly at Tyler Wright and said, “You’re a coward who bullies the weak. You want to fight? I’m here for you!”

Tyler squinted his eyes and mocked, “Blaise, don’t be arrogant. If your father was here, maybe you’d have a say. You’re not enough.”

“To hell with you!” Blaise thundered and lunged at Tyler.

“Enough.” At this point, Darian Snyder pulled Tyler back.

He stared coldly at Blaise, scoffed and said, “Kid, your arrogance won’t last long. After today, you so-called ‘elegantly dressed young men’ of the Capital City aristocratic families will no longer exist!”

Having said this, Darian led Tyler away.

“You bastards! If you have guts, then don’t leave!” Blaise clenched his fists, bellowing in anger.

Seeing this, Ethan couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly to himself.

Blaise seemed even more impulsive than Frederick Cohen.

“Thank you,” said Ethan, making a polite gesture towards Blaise.

Blaise gave Ethan a glance and grunted in response, “I didn’t do it for you. I just don’t like that guy, that’s all.”

After saying this, Blaise turned and left.

Ethan was left laughing and crying at the same time.

This kid was really hard to figure out.

Regardless, the crisis seemed to have passed for now.

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The atmosphere was a bit eerie.

Ever since the appearance of the various Martial Saints, sparks of anger filled the air, ready to ignite at any moment.

Ethan’s eyes warily scanned the surroundings, observing the situation.

If things went south, he would have to consider revealing those two corpses.

The venue was almost full, with more and more people showing up.

“It’s a wonder what you good-for-nothing people can do here.” A martial artist from the Mystic Realm sneered maliciously.

“Yeah, a bunch of ants trying to covet the big spiritual stone mine, ridiculous!”

“Do you seriously think that someone who entered the Martial Saint Realm only after eight lifetimes can sit leveled with us?”

“Damn it all, whoever dares challenge us, come out and fight!” Frederick Cohen thundered, full of fighting spirit, and was the first to stand up.

“You scared?” The other party didn’t back down, with several people getting up right away.

“Enough talk then, I’ll take you down first!”

“Boom!”

Instantly, a clash broke out once again on the scene!

Marc Fraley glanced at Star, who immediately stepped forward and intervened.

He waved his palm, and an incredibly powerful force split the crowd into two.

Under this brute force, everyone was paralysed!

This stunned everyone present!

Simply lifting his hand had split the two groups apart. What kind of power was this?

Even Ethan was taken aback in his heart!

Among the Martial Saints, Star was apparently superior to the rest!

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“If Star steps in, Senior Rose could be in trouble.” Ethan thought to himself secretly.

“Everyone, be quiet.” Marc Fraley scanned his surroundings, speaking coldly.

“The Capital City Martial Arts Association is hosting this meeting, so naturally, it is our responsibility to allocate resources.”

Everyone was silent, waiting to hear what Marc had to say.

Marc cleared his throat and looked around, but he did not speak. It was as if he was deliberately leaving them in suspense.

This made all the people present extremely nervous, for they were all staring at Marc.

Despite having lost faith in the Capital City Martial Arts Association, there was still a glimmer of hope deep within their hearts.

Marc coughed lightly and said calmly, “The big spiritual stone mine is naturally unowned. Normally speaking, it should indeed be allocated to all the major families and martial artists.”

Saying this, he paused and changed his tone: “However… in any era, it’s a survival of the fittest, especially in the world of martial arts.”

“Therefore, the distribution of any resources should be based on sheer power.”

“Now, I’m dividing the big spiritual stone mine into two parts in a 1:9 ratio, with the Mystic Realm claiming the larger share.”

There was an immediate uproar at this comment!

A 1:9 ratio? Such a division was hard for anyone to accept!

“Damn it, I thought Marc Fraley would say something reasonable!”

“Trusting him was the dumbest decision of my life!”

“It’s not fair! We won’t agree to this!”

“Marc Fraley, you’re a fucking beast!”

The scene turned chaotic with nonstop quarrels.

Marc seemed to have anticipated this reaction, and he was not surprised.

“You all think I’m siding with the Mystic Realm, right?” He squinted his eyes.

“Otherwise what? If a 1:9 division isn’t favoritism, what is?”

“You call yourselves the leaders of the martial arts world, is this your leadership?”

Marc chuckled coldly: “You’re wrong. I’m on your side.”

“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even get a fraction. Do you think you deserve the big spiritual stone mine based on your abilities?”

The martial artists from the Mystic Realm also started shouting, “Exactly, if it weren’t for the Capital City Martial Arts Association, we could completely monopolize the big spiritual stone mine!”

“Don’t be ungrateful. You should be grateful for the one part you’re being given!”