Chapter 434: 434: Arresting Mike Taylor

Chapter 434: 434: Arresting Mike Taylor

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“Everything on you is mine!” Sara said with a degree of madness.

Ethan Smith sneered, “Someone like you, worthy of cooperating with others?”

“Enough of the chatter!” Sara became even more frenzied.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. I’m going to imprison you and make you wish for death every day!”

“Aren’t you a Master of Medicine God Pavilion? I will force you to give me all your formulas! Make sure you have enough, because that would allow you to live a little longer...”

Looking at the woman in front of him, almost losing her mind, Ethan Smith felt a deeper repulsion.

“What you want is on me, come on,” Ethan Smith said coldly.

Sara suddenly clutched the folding fan in her hand, and a vigorous gust of wind immediately began to wrap around her.

Her aura was trembling, and her hair had risen, like a mad shrew!

“I’ll disable you!” Sara screamed spectrally, her whole body drifting forward.

The folding fan in her hand carried a strange aura, and strands of brightly-colored light slowly emanated.

This light felt unusual, as if it was seeping into one’s nerves.

“A magical artifact?” Ethan Smith raised an eyebrow.

Only then did he discover that the folding fan in Sara’s hand was actually a magical artifact!

And not just any magical artifact but an impressive one!

“You are sharp-eyed indeed! But it’s a shame knowing won’t help you!” Sara roared fanatically.

The fan was like a steel blade, slashing heavily at Ethan Smith’s waist!

“Clang!”

A sound like the clash of steel rang out, deafening!

Sara receded several steps continuously, her palm throbbing from the impact.

“The artifact is indeed good, but it depends on who uses it.” Ethan Smith replied coldly.

Sara’s face changed color. She sneered, “Your physical resilience is indeed extraordinary, but without the support of Inner Strength, you are just a walking corpse!”

With that, Sara waved her hand, and countless bullet-like auras burst out from her fan.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The auras struck Ethan Smith’s body, creating a succession of crisp sounds.

Ethan Smith stood as though bathed in rainfall, with white dots appearing one after another on his body but showing no signs of injury.

“Such a strong body.” Sara’s face changed again.

She no longer dared to be negligent. Immediately, she held the folding fan with both hands, and streams of Inner Strength flowed along the fan.

The folding fan was beautifully made, and the pink body gave it a sense of contrast.

A dangerous magical artifact appearing as such a cute item.

Without examining it closely, no one would think it was a murderous artifact.

“Maybe I can give it to Evelyn Norton as a gift,” Ethan Smith thought to himself.

After putting the folding fan into the Spatial Magic Artifact, Ethan Smith took out his phone and made a call to Evelyn.

The phone was answered quickly. Evelyn’s voice was heard on the other side, “Mr. Smith called me suddenly, you’re not planning to cancel our cooperation, are you?”

Ethan Smith laughed and said, “I only worry that Miss Norton would disdain me.”

“Mr. Smith may be able to deceive others, but not me.” Evelyn said, neither laughing nor smiling.

Ethan Smith couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

This woman was really smart. Indeed, she couldn’t be fooled.

“If it’s convenient for you, let’s meet,” Ethan Smith told Evelyn.

Evelyn sounded a bit surprised, “This seems to be the first time for Mr. Smith to invite me.”

Ethan Smith remained silent, waiting for Evelyn’s response.

After a few minutes, Evelyn said, “If it is convenient for Mr. Smith, let’s meet in Sea City.”

“Sea City?” Ethan Smith raised his eyebrows.

Evelyn agreed and said, “Yes, I just happen to have some business in Sea City.”

“Okay.” Ethan Smith agreed without hesitation.

Supposedly, Ethan Smith was also planning to go to Sea City as it was the second largest city after the Capital City.

Sea City wouldn’t be inferior to Capital City in terms of any resources.

Sea City Airport.

Five big, burly men stepped off the plane.

The one leading the group was a man who looked a bit gentle and delicate.

“To catch a businessman, there is no need for Mr. Lee to come in person. We alone are sufficient,” said a tall man standing next to him.

“Hmph, you guys don’t know anything.”

The person speaking was none other than Kamden Lee.

He had finally become an elder of the Great Saint Sect. Although he was the lowest ranked elder, his status was noteworthy.

It was said that elders of the Great Saint Sect were received by local high-ranking officials wherever they went.

The purpose of their trip was just one.

That was to capture Mike Taylor and bring him back to the Capital City.