Drexel was not a fool. He sneered, "Ethan Smith, do you want to use me as your thug?"
"Just say if you're going or not," Ethan frowned.
Drexel smirked, "Then you have to tell me the benefits. If there are benefits, I might consider it."
"Damn it! You don't have to go!" Ethan lost his patience. After all, having one more person or one less person wouldn't make much of a difference.
Afterwards, Ethan took the Demon Brayden to the bottom of the Boundless Temple well and temporarily suppressed it with Buddhist Law.
After finishing all this, Ethan planned to leave this place.
As soon as he reached the entrance, he saw Drexel waiting there.
Drexel had a dogtail grass in his mouth, looking at Ethan in a casual manner.
"Where are you going?" Drexel asked.
"The Taylor family of Central Province. What do you say? You don't dare to go, do you?" Ethan said, eyes narrowed into a smile.
Drexel sneered, "This kind of provocation won't work on me."