Chapter 541: 541: If You’re Not Convinced, Feel Free to Fight_1

Chapter 541: Chapter 541: If You’re Not Convinced, Feel Free to Fight_1

Ethan Smith’s voice wasn’t loud, but it reached everyone’s ears.

His eyes stared forward, glaring at Kylan Taylor and the others.

Kylan Taylor slowly stood up.

A cigar was in his mouth as usual, and his face showed a hint of contempt.

“Ethan Smith, you indeed won, but what does it matter?” Kylan Taylor said indifferently.

Ethan Smith’s face turned cold, and he said in a cold voice, “What do you mean?”

Kylan Taylor sneered, “You just defeated Dexter Blair. Do you really think you’ve won against all of us?”

“You think you’re qualified to take people away?”

Ethan Smith narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “The honorable Mr. Taylor, actually going back on his word?”

Kylan Taylor laughed loudly, “Dexter is the one who promised you, not us! When have I ever agreed to your terms?”

Ethan Smith’s anger grew stronger on his face. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Today I will definitely take Emily away. Whoever dares to stop me, I will kill them!”

“What a big mouth!” Kylan Taylor said coldly.

With a wave of Kylan Taylor’s hand, dozens of people with guns rushed out!

Countless black gun barrels pointed towards Ethan Smith!

Suddenly, several powerful auras emerged.

At a glance, eight Martial Artists slowly approached Ethan Smith.

“Ethan Smith, you will die here today,” Kylan Taylor said coldly.

Ethan Smith scanned the crowd, and his fists clenched tightly.

“Kylan Taylor, you treacherous villain! Aren’t you afraid of tarnishing the Taylor family’s reputation?” Ethan Smith shouted angrily.

Kylan Taylor sneered, “Tarnish the Taylor family’s reputation? Ethan Smith, do you think anyone here will expose what’s happening?”

“Let me tell you, you don’t know the kind of people you’re facing!”

Ethan Smith looked at the people and realized that they wouldn’t care about what was true or false.

“I can maintain my current state for at most five minutes.” Ethan Smith took a deep breath.

Five minutes to kill eight Martial Artists was simply impossible!

If a Martial Artist was determined to escape, no one could easily kill them!

As long as they held on for five minutes, Ethan Smith would certainly die today!

“Ethan Smith, you should stay.”

Just then, three more Martial Artists appeared!

“Lord of Medicine God Pavilion?” The people from the Capital City Martial Arts Association narrowed their eyes.

“Martha Evans, you can’t protect Ethan Smith today.”

“That’s right, you’re just one person, while we have eleven Martial Artists!”

The Pavilion Master’s face remained unchanged, saying indifferently, “Is that so? Well, just come and try!”

The Pavilion Master stomped her foot, and a purple aura spread out once again!

“Martha Evans! Don’t be arrogant just because someone is protecting you!” Someone shouted.

“If you don’t want to die, leave now. You alone can’t change anything!”

The Pavilion Master remained silent, but her fighting intent was set.

“Since that’s the case, don’t blame us for being rude!” The eleven Martial Artists advanced at the same time, and the auras of both sides clashed.

“What about me joining in?”

At this moment, another voice came in!

Turning around, an old man with white hair was slowly walking out.

Looking at the old man, the faces of the people on the scene showed a trace of confusion.

“Who is this old guy? Why haven’t we seen him before?”

“I don’t know, judging by his shabby appearance, he should be a farmer, right?”

“Why is a farmer coming here? And how did he get in?”

As the crowd was discussing, the faces of the Martial Artists suddenly changed.

“You...you’re Jackson Harris?!” Someone exclaimed.

“Jackson...Jackson Harris? The Jackson Harris who is on par with Ignacio Burke?!”

“Why is he here? Wasn’t he supposed to be in seclusion?”

Jackson Harris remained silent, slowly pacing to stand by the Pavilion Master.

“I’ve met Mr. Harris before.” The Pavilion Master bowed slightly.

Jackson Harris nodded in response.

On the stage, Kylan Taylor and the others looked even more ugly.

He slammed the table, pointed at Jackson Harris, and scolded, “Jackson Harris, this matter has nothing to do with you. You better not interfere!”

“That’s right, we all know that you are powerful, but you are not Ignacio Burke. You are just a mere Martial Artist! You can’t change anything!”

Unlike Ignacio Burke, Ignacio had entered the battle zone and possessed great power.

However, Jackson Harris had always been a loner. Although he was powerful, he had no connections.

Jackson Harris leaned back with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly, “Today, I will definitely take this person away. If anyone doesn’t accept it, feel free to make a move.”