Chapter 368: Chapter 368: The Angry Ethan Smith
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Looking at the body that once didn’t belong to Mike Taylor, Ethan Smith felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
His eyes slowly opened, displaying a sense of confusion.
“Mike Taylor?” Ethan Smith inquired hesitantly.
Mike Taylor’s pupils suddenly constricted.
He reached out and grabbed Ethan Smith’s arm, stammering, “Ethan Smith? Where is this…Didn’t I die already?”
Ethan Smith couldn’t help but marvel at how remarkable Mike Taylor’s memory was.
“You’ve been brought back to life.” Ethan Smith said with a smile.
He looked at Mike Taylor’s forehead and found that the death aura there had disappeared.
This was proof enough that Mike Taylor’s previous death was not an ordinary end of life.
As for the exact reason, Ethan Smith didn’t know either.
Ethan Smith then helped Mike Taylor up.
Mike Taylor crossed his arms behind his back, and couldn’t help but sigh slightly.
He never imagined that Ethan Smith would forcefully extend his life.
“Ethan Smith, you…” Mike Taylor opened his mouth to say something, but then waved his hand dismissively.
“Mike Taylor, for now adapt to this body. If we get a chance in future, I’ll get you a better one.” Ethan Smith said.
Mike Taylor nodded slightly, his tone carrying a hint of sorrow, “Ethan Smith, I owe you.”
“Don’t say anything like that.” Ethan Smith shook his head.
Then Ethan Smith turned to the others and declared reverently, “I will never forget the kindness you all have shown me.”
After saying this, Ethan Smith took out a piece of paper and wrote down his contact details.
“If there’s anything you need help with, don’t hesitate to ask. I will not shirk away,” Ethan Smith affirmed.
His statement brought smiles to everyone’s faces.
“Mr. Smith, you’re too polite,” they said, although their hearts were pounding with excitement.
This was an elder from the Divine Alchemist Pavilion! It was said that even the bigwigs in Capital City were taken care of by this Pavilion, let alone them!
Just then, Ethan Smith’s brow furrowed slightly.
He sensed an aura speeding towards them from not far away.
One, two, three!
“Three Peak Form of Grandmaster!” Ethan Smith’s face turned slightly grim.
His apprehension wasn’t due to fear, but concern that the incoming person could be Colt Kirby.
Not just Ethan Smith, others also turned their eyes in that direction.
Very quickly, they saw three silhouettes rushing rapidly towards them.
The one leading them was indeed Colt Kirby!
Ethan Smith’s heart skipped a beat.
Colt Kirby… has he caught up already?
Doesn’t that mean… Cato Cain is in trouble?
In a twinkle of an eye, Colt Kirby had arrived in front of everyone.
There were several bloody wounds on his body. Each wound seemed as if it had been ripped open, appearing particularly gruesome.
The aura emanating from Colt Kirby and his men was also somewhat chaotic, evidently, they had been through a great war.
Ethan Smith’s face hardened further, and his fists clenched tightly.
“Ethan Smith!”
Colt Kirby roared in fury!
Enraged, he stormed toward Ethan Smith!


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