Chapter 152 - 152: 152: Ashton Nicholson s Appeal


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    The next day, Ethan Smith didn’t go out.


    He sat in the hotel, slightly closing his eyes, sensing the cultivation skill in his mind.


    Beyond realm, the cultivation skill was also an essential factor that determined one’s strength.


    A top-notch skill could even enable an ordinary person to fight across ranks.


    There was a countless number of cultivation skills in Ethan Smith’s inheritance; any one of them was enough to shock the world.


    On the other side, Dorian Dawson was sulking at home.


    Thinking of Ethan Smith’s arrogance, he felt suffocated in his chest.


    “Oh,e on, it’s not a big deal. There’s no need to get angry over it.” A beautiful woman beside him whispered advice.


    Dorian nced at her and coldly scolded, “You don’t understand! I’m someone with a reputation in Shince City, who wouldn’t give me some respect?”


    “He’s just a country bumpkin from the countryside and dared to disrespect me, even using offensive words!” The angrier Dorian thought, the more agitated he became. He swung his arm and cleaned everything off the table.


    Seeing this, the beautiful woman dared not say more and could only sigh softly.


    Dorian sneered, “Young people being arrogant is not a good thing. If I don’t teach him a lesson, my name isn’t Dorian Dawson!”


    With that thought, Dorian told the beautiful woman, “Go and fetch me that treasured Ganoderma of mine.”


    “What are you going to do?” The beautiful woman frowned slightly, seemingly worried.


    Dorian impatiently said, “Just do as I say, no need to ask so many questions!”


    The beautiful woman reluctantly went into the room and fetched the Ganoderma.


    After taking the Ganoderma, Dorian turned to leave.


    “Dorian, just let it go. Don’t push too hard on others.” The beautiful woman grabbed Dorian’s arm and whispered.


    After throwing those words, Dorian turned and left.


    Dorian might not be the mostpetent person, but he did have some skills in medicine. Over the years, he had established countless connections, especially with martial artists who owed him favors. So, Dorian had full confidence.


    In a private manor.


    This manor upied a vast area and was undoubtedly owned by wealthy people.


    At this time, Dorian was sitting upright and looking jovial in the manor.


    “Mr. Moore, you must help me with this matter.” Dorian asked politely.


    The man called Mr. Moore was fiddling with a string of Buddhist beads. He sized up Dorian and said slowly, “Young Dorian, I would like to help you, but I heard this Ethan Smith isn’t easy to deal with. Even the Lane Family gave in.”


    Dorian chuckled awkwardly, “If it were simple, I wouldn’te looking for you. Besides, what can the Lane Familypare to when ites to you?”


    Mr. Moore smiled faintly, “You don’t have to tter me. I’m afraid I can’t help you with this favor.”


    Dorian’s face changed slightly. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the Ganoderma from his pocket.


    “Mr. Moore, haven’t you always wanted this Ganoderma? If you help me, I’ll give it to you!” Dorian said with a pain in his heart.


    Seeing the Ganoderma, Mr. Moore’s eyes lit up instantly, and he stood up abruptly!


    “Are you serious?” Mr. Moore stared at the Ganoderma intently.


    Dorian gritted his teeth and said, “Absolutely!”


    Mr. Mooreughed out loud and said, “Okay, okay! What do you want me to


    Dorian said sinisterly, “If you can kill him, that would be great. If not, at least prevent him from participating in the Traditional Medicine Conference!”


    After a whole day, Ethan Smith finally opened his eyes.


    Elder Hansen stood nearby, not daring to speak much.


    In the evening, Ethan opened his eyes and looked at Elder Hansen beside him.


    “Mr. Smith, you’re awake.” Elder Hansen handed Ethan a cup of hot tea.


    After expressing his gratitude, Ethan Smith picked up the hot tea and took a sip.


    “Elder Hansen, do you know if there are any famous ces in Shince City? Like an auction or a ce simr to River City’s herb street?” Ethan asked.


    Elder Hansen thought for a moment, then replied, “Yes, is Mr. Smith interested?”


    Ethan nodded, “Indeed.”


    As the capital of Chuzzle, the resources here far exceeded those of River City, and Ethan wouldn’t miss such an opportunity.


    So, Elder Hansen and Ethan left the hotel and took a taxi to a ce called Cloud Street.


    On the way, Elder Hansen exined to Ethan, “Cloud Street is a gathering ce for all sorts of knick-knacks, not only medicinal herbs but also antique calligraphy and other weird and wonderful things.”


    Ethan nodded slightly, as this seemed verymon for big cities.


    Soon, the two arrived at Cloud Street.


    Looking around, Cloud Street was crowded with people, mostly young ones.


    These young people came with different purposes than Ethan; most were couples who came to take photos and enjoy the bustling atmosphere.


    Ethan tried to rx his breath and sense his surroundings.


    Unfortunately, there were very few martial artists here, which made Ethan feel somewhat disappointed.


    Because this indicated that the herbs on Cloud Street might be ordinary, otherwise it would definitely attract arge number of martial artists or alchemists.


    “Let’s go and take a look around,” Ethan gestured.


    Then, Ethan and Elder Hansen entered Cloud Street.


    Surrounding Cloud Street were small stalls, selling all kinds of weird and wonderful items, just as Elder Hansen had described.


    Ethan and Elder Hansen checked a few herbal stalls but didn’t find any herbs worth buying.


    “It seems like this ce isn’t good enough,” Ethan frowned.


    “Instead of a herb street, it’s more like a tourist attraction,” Ethan looked around and muttered softly.


    Elder Hansen bitterly smiled, “I’m so sorry, but as far as I know about


    Shince City, I only know about Cloud Street.”


    As they were talking, Ethan spotted a familiar face.


    It was none other than Benjamin Hill’s friend, Ashton Nicholson.


    As soon as Ethan saw Ashton, Ashton also noticed Ethan’s gaze.


    He slightly furrowed his brows, his face seeming a bit conflicted.


    After a brief moment, Ashton walked towards Ethan on his own initiative.


    This surprised Ethan, and he turned to Elder Hansen, saying, “Elder Hansen, stand a little closer to me.”


    Elder Hansen was taken aback, but he obediently stood next to Ethan without question.


    Soon, Ashton Nicholson was right in front of Ethan.


    The two faced each other awkwardly for a moment.


    “What, you want to take revenge for Benjamin Hill?” Ethan’s aura soared to its peak in an instant.


    Feeling the surge of Ethan’s power, Ashton’s heart skipped a beat!


    He could clearly sense that Ethan had be even stronger than when he was in South City!


    Ashton took a deep breath and said with a bow, “Mr. Smith, please don’t misunderstand. I just wanted to greet you.”


    “Oh?” Ethan raised his eyebrows and scoffed, “So, you don’t want to avenge Benjamin Hill anymore?”


    Ashton forced a smile, “Mr. Smith, you must be joking. The Hill family is already a thing of the past. What’s the point of avenging them?”


    “Furthermore, Mr. Smith has a bright future ahead of him, and as long as one is not foolish, they would know who to choose.”


    Ashton was honest; indeed, it was not a wise choice to provoke Ethan for someone who had no value left.


    “So what’s the reason you came to me?” Ethan asked with a faint smile.


    Ashton replied, “I just want to be friends with Mr. Smith..”