Fang Yue's Condition

The Jordon Yoder that Conrad Schroeder spoke of was almost an entirely different person from the one Ethan Smith had met.

Indeed, evildoers in life often put on kind faces.

"This old bastard, he actually dared to trick me." Ethan Smith narrowed his eyes, a flash of coldness passing across his face.

Conrad Schroeder dismissed it: "Forget it, after all, he is the president of the River North Martial Arts Association, who would want to offend him?"

Ethan Smith shot Conrad Schroeder a look and said: "Because everyone indulges him and allows him to act without restraint, that's why he's so unbridled."

"This time, I will make him pay!"

Having said that, Ethan Smith turned to Conrad Schroeder and said: "Send a message, say that if the River North Martial Arts Association does not restore my qi within half a month, bear the consequences."

Conrad Schroeder frowned: "Mr. Smith, are you serious? After all, he is the president of the Martial Arts Association..."