As soon as Emerson Holmes got on the plane, he hastily sent a text message.
This text message was sent to the top brass of the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
...
At this moment, many members of the Capital City Martial Arts Association were anxiously watching Ethan Smith.
Ethan Smith's combat strength had already shattered their confidence in resisting him.
If they were to fight now, they would likely have no chance of victory.
Ethan observed the crowd, not speaking for a while.
"Are you going to kill us?" someone asked, breaking the silence.
Ethan stroked his chin in thought for a moment before responding, "I can spare all of you, but you'll need to hand over all the herbs you're carrying."
The crowd glanced at each other.
This might be a good choice.
"Volunteer before I have to search you, it won't be as comfortable if I have to do it myself," Ethan said, stepping on the ground with his foot.
