章節 945: Battling the Martial Saint!

Ethan Smith glanced at him and said, "Or what?"

Hanley Poe's face held a trace of tension, he sheepishly smiled, "I have procured some fine tea leaves, perhaps... would you like to try some?"

"No need, I have matters to attend to." Ethan Smith waved his hand dismissively.

Mallory Poe, who was standing by, also chided, "Enough, don't waste Mr. Smith's time."

However, Hanley Poe was still somewhat reluctant, he continued sheepishly smiling, "Please do have some, I spent quite a sum of money on these tea leaves..."

Ethan Smith narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Hanley Poe, you're acting rather strange today."

Hanley Poe's face instantly became even more flustered, he hastily waved his hands and said, "No...not at all Mr. Smith, you're overthinking it."

However, Ethan Smith felt a sense of unease.

It was not wise to stay here longer.

Thinking so, Ethan Smith disregarded Hanley, turned around and swiftly strode out.

Hanley Poe's complexion grew even more sullen.