Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Chapter 631: The Method to Control the Male Corpse!_1

At this moment, Dominic Taylor was feeling quite inflated, showing a strong interest in the legendary black-robed man.

"Mr. Taylor, I suggest you not underestimate him; we suspect this black-robed man could be Perry Elliott." Davy Barnett said gravely.

"Perry Elliott?" Hearing this name, Dominic Taylor's eyebrows couldn't help but frown.

Perry Elliott might not be well-known, but he was quite famous within the Capital City Martial Arts Association.

It was said that thirty years ago, the Capital City Martial Arts Association sent several Marquis to capture him, all ending in failure.

What was even more astonishing, Perry Elliott killed more than a dozen Marquis of the Capital City Martial Arts Association!

"He was already considered unbeatable back then; after so many years, who knows what level his strength has reached now," Davy Barnett said.

Dominic Taylor's expression also didn't look too good.

If it really was Perry Elliott, he needed to be more careful.

"President Barnett, I understand. Thank you for the reminder." Dominic Taylor nodded slightly and left the place.

In order to protect Dominic Taylor, the Capital City Martial Arts Association did not spread the news of activating his bloodline so as not to attract the attacks of the black-robed man.

On the other hand, Ethan Smith didn't take any actions for the time being.

He stayed in his house all day, considering how to rescue Emily Taylor.

"Continuing to kill like this won't solve the root problem." Ethan Smith said quietly.

But to rescue the person, Ethan's current strength was far from sufficient.

So far, Ethan had encountered the Capital City Martial Arts Association's black and gold robe and even the purple robe.

With just a black and gold robe—Jordan Richards, it was enough to drive him crazy, let alone in a stronger purple robe.

"What should I do..." Ethan clenched his fist so hard that his heart seemed to bleed.

As long as he thought about the suffering Emily had experienced, he couldn't control his emotions.

"If I could use the two male corpses... Saving people wouldn't be a problem," Ethan thought to himself.

He immediately took the two male corpses out of the Spatial Magic Artifact.

These two corpses were motionless, just placed in front of Ethan.

Ethan tried to use his divine sense to awaken the two corpses, but unfortunately, he failed.

"Motherfucker, quickly put away these two things!"

At this moment, the man with the mustache's voice suddenly came from outside.

Ethan frowned and looked at the man with the mustache. "How did you know I was here?" he asked.

The man with the mustache mysteriously said, "I have my own wondrous tricks, can't tell, can't tell."

Looking at the man with the mustache in front of him, Ethan's doubts grew heavier.

What kind of identity did this man have? Even the technique he used was unheard of by Ethan.

"Do you have a way to get these two male corpses moving?" Ethan pointed to the corpses on the ground and asked.

Hearing this, the man with the mustache shuddered.

"Are you sick? Are you trying to die? You forgot what happened last time, didn't you?" The man with the mustache's voice was trembling with recollection.

Ethan explained, "What I mean... is to use their bodies to attack the Capital City Martial Arts Association."

"You mean... you want to use your divine sense to control them?" The man with the mustache guessed.

Ethan nodded, "Exactly."

"You're dreaming." The man with the mustache couldn't help snorting.

"Do you know the origins of these two corpses? You want to control them? Are you qualified?"

Ethan spread his hands. "If it's impossible, then forget it. I was just mentioning it casually."

"But, well... If we could find the masked woman's mask, there might be a chance." At this moment, the man with the mustache suddenly changed the subject.

Hearing this, Ethan's eyes instantly lit up! n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He quickly grabbed the man with the mustache's shoulder and said anxiously, "Are you serious?"

"Of course." The man with the mustache said proudly.

"During these days, I've looked through a lot of information and found out that these two corpses are the servants of the masked woman. If you really can find that mask, I might actually be able to make them move." The man with the mustache said very seriously.

Ethan grabbed the man with the mustache's arm excitedly and said, "Tell me quickly how to do it and what the technique is!"

The man with the mustache rolled his eyes. "What's the use of telling you, you don't have the mask anyway."

Ethan murmured with a thick skin, "Maybe... maybe we could find it."

"Talk about it when you find it." The man with the mustache opened Ethan's hand.

But Ethan was persistent, grabbing the man with the mustache's arm and saying, "If you don't tell me, I will never let go!"

The man with the mustache scratched his head, his eyes rolling, and said, "Do you really want to know?"

"Nonsense!" Ethan glared.

A trace of slyness flashed in the man with the mustache's eyes, and he said with a smile, "I can tell you, but there is a condition."

"What condition, just say it." Ethan hurriedly said.

The man with the mustache continued with a smile, "As far as I know, at the Capital City Martial Arts Association's auction this time, there is a sword being auctioned that I am very interested in."

"It's just that, being broke, I really can't afford to bid. However, if my friend is willing to generously help me out, I might consider."

Ethan hurriedly nodded, "No problem, I'm not short of money!"

But as soon as the words left his mouth, Ethan regretted it.

He was now a "dead man", and the money in his bank account couldn't be used, or he would definitely be exposed.

"What's wrong, is there a problem?" The man with the mustache asked.

Ethan frowned, asking, "How much money will it need, approximately?"

The man with the mustache did some calculations and said, "At least ten billion, right? Those bastards at the Capital City Martial Arts Association are getting greedier."

"Ten billion..." Ethan murmured.

For him right now, ten billion was simply astronomical.

"Well, if you really can't, then forget it." The man with the mustache waved his hand.

"Who said I can't!" Ethan stopped the man with the mustache.

"Really, do you have the money? Just give it to me then." The man with the mustache reached out his hand and said.

Ethan shook his head and said, "No money."

"Then you're just talking nonsense!" the man with the mustache stared at him.

Ethan sneered, "I don't need to use money at all."

As he spoke, Ethan's eyes fell on the black robe thrown on the ground.

The man with the mustache seemed to understand something.

His body tensed, and he exclaimed in shock, "Could it be... you want to rob it?"

"That's right," Ethan said coldly.

"The stuff of the Capital City Martial Arts Association is worth stealing."

"Besides, this black-robed man's identity could make it even more convenient for me to do this."

The man with the mustache frowned and said, "My friend, this carries a huge risk. You could not only expose your identity but also be killed on the spot!"

Ethan looked at the man with the mustache and shook his head. "I have no other choice."

As long as he could obtain the technique to control the male corpses, any method was worth trying!