Perhaps this was the Pavilion Master's purpose.
In the whole meeting, maybe only Ethan Smith dared to speak up.
And the Pavilion Master was precisely grasping this characteristic of Ethan Smith, which is why he brought him to the meeting.
It must be said that even though this meeting was short, Ethan Smith has indeed made a name for himself among these people.
"I think you'll be able to enjoy some peace and quiet for a while after this," the Pavilion Master laughed.
Ethan Smith acknowledged with a grunt and said, "If I die now, I believe those above will hold someone accountable."
"Indeed," the Pavilion Master nodded approvingly.
"Lord Pavilion Master, did you guess that I would do this?" Ethan Smith asked with confusion.
The Pavilion Master chuckled and neither confirmed nor denied it.
As the two left the meeting, they saw Davy Barnett standing there coldly as they reached the door.
He and Emerson Holmes quickly walked up to Ethan Smith, narrowing their eyes and said, "Ethan Smith, you've got a lot of nerve! Do you know what kind of consequences your actions will bring?"
"Of course I do," Ethan Smith replied coldly.
"Starting today, the power of the Capital City Martial Arts Association will certainly be reduced, and everyone will have the opportunity to participate in cultivation!"
Davy Barnett sneered non-stop, his eyes narrowed, "Ethan Smith, you're too naive. Today's words, you've touched all the aristocratic families' cakes."
"Do you think they will let you go?"
Ethan Smith sneered, "If I were afraid, I wouldn't have come."
"Good, good!" Davy Barnett gave Ethan Smith a thumbs up.
He coldly said, "Don't think that we don't have a chance to kill you now, there are plenty of opportunities, we will see."
After leaving these words, Davy Barnett turned and left.
Ethan Smith stared at Davy Barnett's retreating figure, sneering again and again.
"Without any accident, the Capital City Martial Arts Association must release an open resource." Ethan Smith said.
"Yes, but be careful, if you participate, they won't let you have a good time." The Pavilion Master also nodded.
Ethan Smith said solemnly, "Risk and opportunity coexist, I can only do this, otherwise... I don't know when I will be able to rescue Emily."
Seeing this, the Pavilion Master could only comfort him, "I will do my best to find someone to make Emily's life more comfortable."
Ethan Smith nodded, and at this moment, he suddenly remembered something, saying, "By the way, how is Cato Cain?"
The Pavilion Master said in a low voice, "He is still in a coma, but there is no danger to his life."
Ethan Smith exhaled a sigh of relief, cupped his hands, and said, "Lord Pavilion Master, after he wakes up, please convey my thanks to him."
The Pavilion Master nodded slightly and said nothing more.
As soon as Davy Barnett got in the car, his face became cold.
"Damn it, damn it!" Davy Barnett rarely cursed!
"I never thought that I would be played by Ethan Smith today, damn it!"
Emerson Holmes could only sigh and try to ask, "President Barnett, if we report this matter to the higher-ups, they should handle it, right?"
Davy Barnett looked at Emerson Holmes and snorted coldly, "Handle it? Mr. Dawson represents the official side, do they dare to go against the official side?"
Emerson Holmes opened his mouth but could only comfort, "Don't worry, Mr. Richards will definitely kill Ethan Smith as soon as possible."
"To hell with it!" Davy Barnett said with some displeasure.
"Call Jordan Richards back right away."
Emerson Holmes was shocked, "Why? Mr. Richards should be close to succeeding soon..."
Davy Barnett coldly stated, "Fool! If we kill Ethan Smith now, what will Mr. Dawson think? Do you want us, the Capital City Martial Arts Association, to stand on the opposite side of the official side?"
Emerson Holmes suddenly realized, frowning, "So we just let Ethan Smith go?"
"Let him go?" Davy Barnett sneered.
"If Ethan Smith wants resources, I'll give them to him!"
"As long as he dares to go, no one will know how he dies."
Upon hearing this, Emerson Holmes immediately understood the plan.
"President Barnett, I'll arrange it right away! The Capital City Martial Arts Association has countless resources at hand, and we can easily pick one of them as a reward." Emerson Holmes said with a grin.
Davy Barnett warned him: "Remember not to make a show of it, only do it if it satisfies Mr. Dawson."
"I understand, please rest assured." Emerson Holmes nodded slightly.
On the other side, after parting with the Pavilion Master, Ethan Smith headed straight back to Chuzzle.
When he arrived home, the man with the mustache and Edward Green were eating roasted lamb.
The two of them looked delighted, and there were several beer bottles placed beside them.
Seeing Ethan Smith's return, Edward Green quickly stood up and said, "Mr. Smith, you're back! Come and have a bite!"
Ethan Smith glanced at Edward Green and said, "Your dantian is destroyed, and you still have the mood for a barbecue?"
Edward Green grinned: "There's no need to worry, you'll definitely help me, right?"
Ethan Smith couldn't help but smile bitterly. This Edward Green's heart was indeed big enough.
"Where's Sofia Carrillo?" Ethan Smith scanned around and didn't see Sofia's figure.
Edward Green sighed: "Sofia's face is disfigured, and she's been in a terrible mood these past days. You'll have to find a way."
Ethan Smith also felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. If it weren't for him, Sofia would never have to suffer .
Fortunately, fixing a face was not a difficult task for Ethan Smith.
"Man with the mustache, what did you need me for?" Ethan Smith asked.
With a wave of the mustache man's hand, a prescription for a medicine fell in front of Ethan Smith.
"Look, this is the prescription to save Evelyn Norton," he said.
Ethan Smith took the prescription and glanced at it, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
This man with the mustache was not simple - he could even obtain such a prescription.
"Thank you." Ethan Smith nodded slightly.
At this point, Ethan Smith suddenly thought of something.
He looked at the mustache man earnestly and said, "Man with the mustache, when are you going to dig up graves?"
The mustache man's face darkened, and he rolled his eyes: "It's called archaeology and historical research, not grave digging!"
"Fine, when are you going to do some archaeology?" Ethan Smith said helplessly.
The mustache man muttered: "I'm not sure, maybe in the next few days."
"From now on, when you do archaeology...I'll join you," Ethan Smith said.
The mustache man discarded the lamb in his hand and grinned: "Really? That's great, I need a helping hand!"
"Really." Ethan Smith nodded.
Now, Ethan Smith had to seize every opportunity that might come his way, and perhaps through the man with the mustache, he could find some chances.
"Okay, I'll let you know when I set off." The mustache man said cheerfully.
For the next few days, Ethan Smith couldn't leave, because he knew that the Capital City Martial Arts Association would make a gesture.
Sure enough, three days later, the Capital City Martial Arts Association publicly announced a message on a forum:
In order to promote the development of the martial arts world, the Capital City Martial Arts Association will open its private resources to the public.
Next Monday, we will select ten martial artists from the leaderboard to participate in our training experience.
Seeing this news, Ethan Smith couldn't help but sneer.
This Capital City Martial Arts Association had no shame at all. They were clearly being forced into this, yet they portrayed themselves as being so noble.
Soon after, a list was circulated, which was also the latest and most authoritative ranking of power at the moment.