Taibai And A Qin

Ethan Smith walked down the empty street, cigarette in mouth, shaking his head and forcing a bitter smile. Who could have imagined that after three years of marriage, all that remained was betrayal?
He vowed to make that woman regret what she had done and promised to make everyone who had been good to him live a good life.
Yes, it was Emily Taylor, the woman who had helped him out of the abyss of despair when he hit the lowest point in his lifetime.
"Emily, it's time for me to take care of you."

Mrs. and Mr. Smith

The presence that made Kylan Taylor and the others so tense was, naturally, not someone ordinary.


Emerson Holmes hurried forward, forcing a grin as he said, "M-Mr. Shah, what brings you here..."


The man called Jagger Shah cast a glance at Emerson Holmes and said coldly, "Are you people at the Capital City Martial Arts Association truly starting to think of yourselves as the authorities?"


Emerson Holmes's face changed. He hastily responded, "Not at all—it's a misunderstanding..."


Jagger Shah slammed his palm onto the table with a loud, resounding smack, shouting, "Who gave you permission to mess with the Divine Alchemist Pavilion?"


Emerson Holmes nervously chuckled, "It wasn't us—it was the Great Saint Sect. It has nothing to do with us..."


Jagger Shah frowned slightly and continued in a cold voice, "The powers above have always been lenient when it comes to martial arts matters, but I'm warning you: don't get too full of yourselves."


Chapter 492: Facing 10 Half-Step Martial Marquis!