Emily Taylor clutched her phone, her eyes glued to the screen.
Seeing Ethan Smith beaten and spitting blood from his mouth, her heart ached as if it was being cut by a knife.
Her face instantly turned somewhat pale.
Even the hand holding the phone began to tremble slightly.
This sight greatly pleased Kylan Taylor.
He took a puff of his cigar and said indifferently, "Now, Ethan Smith has become a disgrace in the world of martial arts, and everyone wants to kill him."
"Emily, are you willing to watch him die by a mob attack?"
Emily suddenly looked up.
Her narrowed pupils stared unblinkingly at Kylan Taylor.
"What exactly do you want!" Emily said coldly.
Kylan Taylor laughed heartily, "I don't want anything, I'm just letting you know."
"Now, Ethan poses no threat to anyone and cannot change anything."
"Emily, just give up that thought, haha!"
After throwing these words, Kylan Taylor snatched the phone and turned to leave.
