บท 982: Bruiser Is Cowardly

The number of people attending the Hundred Spirits Meeting was enormous.

Whether powerful or weak, they all came to join in the excitement.

Such gatherings often brought people from the same circle together.

Marc Fraley looked coldly in the direction of Ethan Smith, a faint sneer hanging on the corners of his lips.

"My plans can continue." Marc Fraley said with a smirk.

...

Time flew, and before they knew it, night had fallen.

Ethan Smith and the man with the mustache found an inn to stay at for the time being. Before they could even pay, an enthusiastic patron nearby had already picked up their tab.

"That's quite friendly." Ethan Smith couldn't help but remark.

"Yeah, you've been the talk of the town at the Martial Arts Hall. Now you don't know how many people look up to you as their idol." The man with the mustache murmured.

Ethan Smith just laughed it off. He hadn't thought about that before.