Looking at the gloomy-faced Ms. Hayward, Ethan Smith frowned slightly.
"Old woman, you came quite fast," Ethan Smith said, squinting his eyes.
Ms. Hayward laughed loudly, "Ethan, I must say, your information is quite sensitive."
Ethan Smith coldly looked at Ms. Hayward and said, "Cut the crap, what's the hurry with you, old beast?"
Ms. Hayward's eyes narrowed slightly, and she sneered, "Ethan, the heavenly guardian book can let you live for another month, but it doesn't guarantee your safety."
"I can't kill you now, but I can make you wish you were dead," she added.
As she spoke, the three purple-robed figures stepped forward in unison.
Ethan Smith sneered, "It seems you have no confidence in the beast you raised. Are you afraid he won't be a match for me in a month?"
Ms. Hayward's eyes narrowed, and she coldly said, "Broderick can kill you like slaughtering chickens and dogs! Even so, I won't let you go through this month comfortably!"
