Yao Qing?

Facing Conrad Schroeder's arrogance, William Richardson had no solution.

He couldn't trouble the Schroeder Family, and the Martial Arts Association didn't give him face either.

For a moment, Uncle William was full of worry.

The next day.

Ethan Smith was still locked up in this small room.

But he could clearly feel that he was not the only one being imprisoned here.

"It seems many martial artists are trapped here." Ethan murmured under his breath.

He couldn't help but worry inwardly.

If the Schroeder Family really decides to have the Martial Arts Association eliminate him, what will he do?

"Run?" Ethan frowned.

If he escapes, he might never be able to return to Pyro again, and how can he go to the Capital City to marry Emily Taylor openly?

But if he doesn't escape, dying here would be even worse.

Just then, footsteps echoed from outside.

In a short while, a light turned on.

Several people were standing at the door.