MRS. AND MR. SMITH - Season 8 Episode 71

“We’ve taken sufficient measures already.” A high-level executive sounded somewhat sarcastic.

“Emerson Holmes, what do you think?” Someone asked suddenly.

An unnatural expression flashed across Emerson Holmes’ face.

“Given my current capabilities, I’m no match for Ethan Smith, let alone… Ms. Hayward is the real power holder, I can’t do much,” Emerson Holmes took the opportunity to say.

“Why don’t… senior executives take action personally?” Emerson Holmes suddenly proposed.

Upon hearing this, the room fell into silence.

None wanted to touch on this topic.

And from their attitudes, Emerson Holmes seemed to guess something.

“Huh? What’s that image Ethan Smith is holding in the screen?” Someone noticed the image controlled by Ethan Smith on the screen.

“What kind of Dharma Treasure is that? It actually dissolved the Power of Martial Saint effortlessly?”

“What are those two bodies?”

For a while, the attention of several executives was drawn to the video content.

After watching the entire video, they fell silent again.

“That little girl… seems to bear some resemblance to a character recorded in the ancient books.” A high-up seemed to guess something.

“Emerson Holmes, send someone to capture her immediately!” A high-up quickly ordered.

Emerson Holmes however, awkwardly said, “With my abilities, I’m no match for Ethan Smith….”

The top executives were silent for a moment.

They were clearly able to grant Emerson Holmes power, but ultimately decided to wait for Ms. Hayward.

Obviously, these top executives didn’t believe in Emerson Holmes.

“Let Ethan Smith live a few more days for now,” a high-up said coldly.

“Emerson Holmes, keep a close eye on Ethan Smith.”

After saying this, the high-ups began to slowly disappear.

After leaving the meeting room, Emerson Holmes pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

A trace of cold smile appeared on his face.

“I seem to guess something.” Emerson Holmes chuckled softly.

…

With Ms. Hayward unconscious, Ethan Smith gained a moment to breathe.

During these days, Ethan Smith had been racking his brains, unable to figure out how to deal with the Power of Martial Saint.

At this time, Ethan Smith’s phone suddenly rang.

Looking at the phone, he found that the caller was the Pavilion Master.

Ethan Smith quickly picked up the phone and said, “Lord Pavilion Master, why are you suddenly calling me?”

The Pavilion Master indifferently said: “Ethan Smith, have you forgotten a lot of things?”

Ethan Smith was taken aback, he scratched his head and said, “Lord Pavilion Master, what do you mean by this?”

The Pavilion Master indifferently said: “I remember that I once said I would let you use the warehouse but you had to agree to one condition, right?”

Ethan Smith slapped his head and quickly said, “Lord Pavilion Master, I didn’t forget, just tell me whatever you need me to do!”

The Pavilion Master continued: “You also promised Ignacio Burke to give him the formula.”

“Ah, yes, yes, yes, I have been too busy lately, I forgot…” Ethan Smith was slightly embarrassed.

The Pavilion Master on the other end said, “Come to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion, Jackson Harris is also here.”

Having said that, the Pavilion Master hung up the phone.

Ethan Smith hastily stood up, mumbling, “Damn, I actually forgot about this.”

The man with the mustache murmured, “What’s up?”

Ethan Smith said, “I have to go to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.”

“I’ll go with you!” The man with the mustache quickly stood up and said.

“The Divine Alchemist Pavilion is a great place. According to my geographic guess, it used to be a cemetery…” The man with the mustache said, licking his lips.

Ethan Smith glared at the man with the mustache and said, “You’d better not mess with the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.”

The man with the mustache smiled awkwardly: “Don’t worry, I won’t cause any trouble.”

Just as Ethan Smith was about to depart, his phone rang again.

Checking the phone, he found that the caller was actually Emerson Holmes.

Ethan Smith frowned slightly.

He walked to one side and answered the phone.

“What is it?” Ethan Smith asked in a deep voice.

Emerson Holmes said, “Let’s meet tonight, I have something to tell you.”

Ethan Smith was silent for a moment, then agreed, “Okay, where shall we meet?”

“I’ll send you the address later.”

With that, Emerson Holmes hung up the phone.

Ethan Smith held the phone, his brows slightly knitted.

“Things are really coming together,” Ethan Smith said softly.

After some thought, Ethan Smith sent a text message to the Pavilion Master: I have something to do tonight, I will arrive at the Divine Alchemist Pavilion on time tomorrow.

It didn’t take long for the Pavilion Master to reply: Okay.

At this moment.

In a mansion somewhere in Capital City.

A burly man was sipping tea.

This man radiated an unmatched aura, each movement carried an overwhelmingly powerful presence.

Most importantly, he wore a purple robe.

This man was none other than Bryson Gibbs, the purple-robed member of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, who held a high position.

As a purple-robed member, Bryson Gibbs was not responsible for Emerson Holmes or even the previous Davy Barnett, but directly reported to the top executives and Ms. Hayward.

Towards Emerson Holmes, Bryson Gibbs had always been apprehensive as his previous position was to maintain good relations with major families.

Such worldly people were often weak and easily swayed by interests.

Besides, Bryson Gibbs had his personal ambitions.

It was coveting the position of the president!

Although this position wouldn’t surpass the status of the purple robe, it possessed more resources and honor!

As long as he could grasp Emerson Holmes’ misdeeds, he could replace him!

Therefore, Bryson Gibbs covertly sent a purple-robed member to secretly monitor Emerson Holmes.

At dusk that day.

Bryson Gibbs’ phone rang.

“Brother Gibbs, Emerson Holmes has left the house,” the voice on the other end reported.

“Where did he go?” Bryson Gibbs asked.

The other side said, “Qinvor Mountain.”

Bryson Gibbs was stunned.

Qinvor Mountain? The place where Ethan Smith and Broderick fought?

“Before leaving, Emerson Holmes made a phone call,” the voice at the other end continued.

Bryson Gibbs narrowed his eyes and said, “Keep a close eye on him. No matter what news, inform me immediately!”

“Yes,” the voice at the other end hung up the phone.

…

At this moment, Ethan Smith was heading towards Qinvor Mountain.

Meanwhile, Emerson Holmes had been waiting there early in Qinvor Mountain.

Everything around destroyed, this once desolate Qinvor Mountain was now even more deserted since the fight.

As the sky gradually darkened, Ethan Smith finally appeared in Qinvor Mountain around eight o’clock in the evening.

Emerson Holmes gestured to Ethan Smith, saying, “Over here.”

Ethan Smith grunted in acknowledgment, and immediately strode towards Emerson Holmes.

The pupils of the purple-robed man hiding in the dark contracted sharply!

“Ethan Smith?” He muttered softly, and then chuckled, “Emerson Holmes, you secretly made contact with Ethan Smith, you’re done for!”

After saying that, the purple-robed man pulled out his phone and pointed it at Emerson Holmes, pressing the camera button.