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

His arm seemed to have broken in half, standing there bent at the waist, panting heavily.


Ethan Smith swiftly followed using the line word formula.


The onlookers from the Divine Alchemist Pavilion didn't want to miss the moment, so all of them hurried to follow.


Ethan Smith stood in front of Marc Fraley, from his palm flew a golden chain which coiled and bound Marc Fraley.


Only two fists in, and Marc Fraley was already unable to bear it, who knows how powerful Ethan Smith's third punch might be.


"Ethan Smith...you really should die..." Marc Fraley, extremely reluctant, watched as his "great ambition" was once again thwarted by Ethan Smith!


He was panting heavily, his eyes full of unwillingness.


"Still want to resist?" Ethan Smith asked coldly.


Marc Fraley opened his mouth and said, "If I back down now, could I save my life."


"You've killed so many people that even if you died ten times it wouldn't be enough."


Chapter 1170: The Duel of Divine Weapons