"Slaughtering chickens and dogs? Hahahaha!" Bert Mercer couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"What, you're still carrying that Martial Saint Weapon?" Bert Mercer asked somewhat tentatively.
Ethan Smith sneered, "You don't need to probe, the Martial Saint Weapon isn't on me."
Upon hearing this, Bert Mercer finally put his mind at ease.
His aura began to slowly surge, the aura of a Military Marquis in peak form, permeating the entire silent bar.
Ethan Smith stood up and said, "Let's switch locations, I don't want to disrupt their business."
After dropping this remark, Ethan Smith was the first to walk towards the exit.
Looking at Ethan Smith's retreating figure, Bert Mercer squinted slightly.
He suddenly attacked, his feet moving as swift as the wind, his fists mercilessly rushing towards the back of Ethan Smith!
"Ethan Smith!" Daphne Green saw this and immediately cried out!
