Ethan Smith's voice carried an indescribable chill, like a cold wind blowing in the late twelfth lunar month.
However, his words did not cause fear among the crowd; rather, they laughed loudly.
"How arrogant! Are you threatening us?"
"Sparing no one? Do you know who we are? Do you know what it means if one of us dies?"
"Such extreme arrogance! Killing Mike Taylor and daring to come to the Taylor family to rant, you truly don't know what death is!"
His words incited everyone's anger, and it seemed that everyone regarded Ethan Smith as their enemy.
Ethan Smith didn't care, as he was not part of this circle. How could he gain their approval?
After experiencing so much, Ethan Smith had long understood.
Right and wrong were not important; what mattered was the division of interests.
Ethan Smith turned around, preparing to find a seat to sit down.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed the Lord of Medicine God Pavilion sitting nearby.
