The Vicious Granny Qin

"Ms. Hayward, shall we kill him?" several men in purple robes asked.

Ms. Hayward's face turned gloomy as she said, "No, I have a wager with him, so I can't kill him."

At that point, Ms. Hayward paused and continued with a sinister expression, "Although I can't kill him, crippling him is something to consider... He dreams of getting his hands on the Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials!"

...

Meanwhile, Ethan Smith was unaware of all this.

At this moment, all he could think about was how to get the Noble Family to help him.

Compliments and flattery probably wouldn't work.

Although the Noble father and son enjoyed being praised, it didn't mean they were fools.

"It seems I have nothing else to give them," Ethan muttered to himself.

Aside from being an alchemist, Ethan had almost nothing else to offer.

But at this point, he had no other choice and had to pin his hopes on the Noble Family.

The car sped off towards the island banquet.