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

"To hell with you! If you dare act disrespectful to me again, I'll shove your head straight up your ass!"


Ethan Smith rubbed his ear *in confusion*—wasn't that Randall Freeman's voice?!


He quickly retracted the Divine Eagle and dashed in the direction of the yelling.


Soon enough, he spotted three men drunkenly slumped in the Great Hall.


The one seated in the middle was none other than Randall Freeman.


His face was flushed red, clearly having had too much to drink.


Ethan hurried over to Randall's side and exclaimed in shock and joy, "Master, you're alive?"


"The hell you mean, alive?! You're the one who's dead!" Randall cursed reflexively.


When his hazy eyes landed on Ethan's face, he got up in surprise and said, "Ethan? Where the hell have you been? Damn it, I almost thought you decided to hide like a goddamn coward!"


"A coward?" Ethan froze, utterly puzzled as he asked, "What do you mean?"


Chapter 1614: The Banquet of the Extreme Pole