"Kill him! Kill him!"
The furious roars from below showed the anger of the crowd.
Marc Fraley's face was full of rage. After three days, his injuries had slightly healed, and his qi had recovered a bit.
"A bunch of ants, shut up for this elder!" A furious roar shook the heavens and earth!
For a moment, no one in the scene dared to speak; all was silent.
"Ethan Smith! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!" Marc Fraley raised his head and roared, desperately shouting Ethan Smith's name.
Ethan Smith glanced at him but didn't respond.
At this moment, Marc Fraley was like a lamb being led to slaughter, not worth mentioning.
"Mr. Dawson, you can rest assured, I won't become the next Marc Fraley." Ethan Smith said with a smile.
Mr. Dawson was speechless, he was of course worried but didn't want to voice his concerns.
Accompanied by a gunshot on the stage, Ethan Smith's heart and mind were moved.
