Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1095

Chapter 1095: Chapter 1095: Arrogant Dayton Flynn Chapter 1095: Chapter 1095: Arrogant Dayton Flynn Unlike Ethan Smith, the remaining people were enjoying themselves with wine and merriment on the cruise ship, which was quite lively.

“Five days, it's really boring.” On the deck, Emmett Middleton shook his head helplessly.

Brian Bradley quietly stated from the side, “For us, five days is not a big deal.”

“Brother Bradley, you're mistaken. The longer the journey, the clearer we should be about our Dao heart,” said Emmett Middleton with a smile.

Brian Bradley turned his gaze towards Emmett Middleton, his eyes filled with brilliance, staring at Emmett as he asked, “And what is Brother Middleton's Dao heart?”

A look of surprise flashed across Emmett Middleton's eyes, followed by a smile as he responded, “The Dao heart must be understood at heart. How could it be described in words?”

Emmett Middleton's words seemed to pass over the topic, but Brian Bradley seemed determined to get to the bottom of it.

He stared coldly at Emmett Middleton and said, “Brother Middleton's Dao heart is excellent and elusive.”

Emmett Middleton laughed heartily, “There are countless paths, and everyone has their own way; there's nothing strange about that.”

“Brother Middleton, did you receive some kind of legacy?” Brian Bradley suddenly asked.

Upon hearing these words, Emmett Middleton's expression briefly became unnatural, but it was just a fleeting moment.

He laughed and said, “Our Middleton family doesn't have any powerful legacies.”

Brian Bradley's eyes flickered, lost in thought.

“Our understanding of the Martial Arts Aristocracy is far less than Brother Middleton's. If you obtain a powerful legacy, please notify us,” Brian Bradley said in a deep voice.

Leaving behind these words, Brian Bradley said nothing more and turned to leave.

Emmett Middleton watched Brian Bradley's retreating figure, a hint of chill flashing in his eyes.

The news of the opening of the Holy Region spread like wildfire, instantaneously reaching the Martial Arts Forum.

The prophet personally posted this news on the Martial Arts Forum.

“The pathway to the Holy Region has been closed for a long time, but it's been revealed that it will be artificially opened soon,” the prophet explained.

Someone in the crowd asked, “Artificially opened? Who has such power? Ethan Smith? Or the eight senior officials?”

The prophet replied, “Neither, they don't have such power.”

Upon hearing these words, the whole Martial Arts Forum erupted into chaos.

It was already known that the senior officials are mighty realm cultivators, even they don't possess such power? Then who exactly has the power to open the pathway to the Holy Region? Could it be an existence that surpasses the mighty realm?

People continued to ask, wanting to get to the bottom of it, but the prophet did not reply further.

“The opening of the Holy Region will undoubtedly be attended by the greatest of talents.”

“The group led by Ethan Smith will certainly be the first to go to the Holy Region.”

“A step lost is a step forever lost. We will probably never catch up with these people.”

“It might not be a good thing. The Holy Region may not accept them. It is a place where the law of the jungle applies; it's not safe.”

People were discussing it enthusiastically, but they all seemed to be filled with curiosity and longing for the Holy Realm.

Aboard the ship, Ethan Smith was still slowly absorbing the divine sense from the jar.

It's no exaggeration to say that the qi it provided was unparalleled in strength; even the purest qi couldn't compare to it.

The cruise ship was sailing on the sea.

Compared with the vastness of the sea, the cruise ship seemed tiny, like a flat boat.

The people on the ship looked out towards the distance, holding glasses of wine in their hands, quite at ease with the world.

“I wonder if we will encounter any danger on our way to Cloud Dragon Island,” said Daphne Green.

“Danger is inevitable; Hadn't it been said that not a single Martial Saint has ever left Cloud Dragon Island,” said Ricardo Bowman.

Everyone fell silent; although they were full of longing for Cloud Dragon Island, they also harbored some subtle fears.

At this moment, Dayton Flynn, swaying his wine glass, walked over.

With a faint smile, he said, “Dear fellows, are we discussing martial arts?”

Dayton Flynn's speech was tinted with a hint of mockery, and his eyes were full of contempt.

Daphne Green on the side teased, “Mr. Flynn, although we love martial arts, it doesn't mean we are not as good as you in other areas.”

“If we were to compete, everyone here is stronger than you.”

Upon hearing these words, Dayton Flynn couldn't help but sneer, “Really? I heard you all came from Capital City, and I've always wanted to see the great abilities you Capital City people possess.”

Daphne Green lifted an eyebrow, “Is that so?”

Dayton Flynn laughed heartily, “I always keep my word. Of course, you are quite attractive. If you're willing to spend a spring night with me, I might take back what I said.”

At these words, the faces of a few people turned grim.

“Ethan Smith's not here. I don't see anyone who could stop me,” Frederick Cohen said with a dark face.

Seeing this, Ricardo Bowman quickly tried to stop Frederick Cohen.

However, with a slight shake of his arms, Frederick Cohen managed to push Ricardo Bowman aside.

“Intimidating us, are you?” asked Dayton Flynn, who didn't seem scared at all. His bodyguard even took a step forward.

Frederick Cohen had long lost his patience. Among this group of people, besides Ethan Smith, no one could stop him, so no one else said anything.

“Huh?”

At that moment, Daphne Green's brow furrowed.

“It seems like someone is approaching us,” She said with a knitted brows.

Frederick Cohen slightly furrowed his brows, halting his movements. His gaze turned towards a certain direction, and the others too began to release their divine senses.

“Indeed.” Blaise Rhodes's face grew stern.

“More than ten people are approaching us, including a Martial Saint and many ordinary people.”

“I hadn't thought we'd encounter a Martial Saint here. It's hard to imagine how many Martial Saints remain in this world.”

Dayton Flynn sneered, “This sea is boundless. Where are these people? If you want to change the topic, just say it.”

Everyone ignored him, treating him like a fool.

Daphne Green's eyes gazed into the distance. About half an hour later, a ship appeared within their line of sight.

The ship came speeding across, cutting horizontally across the path of their cruise ship.

There was a flag on the ship, and on it, was a pattern of a shark.

Seeing this ship, a middle-aged man standing next to them turned pale.

“Damn it, we've still run into them!” His face was ashen.

Daphne Green on the side asked, “Who are they?”

The middle-aged man swallowed hard and said, “They are notorious pirates in the nearby sea area. Many cargo ships passing through here have been hijacked by them. They rob not only money but also lives…”

“What's there to be afraid of.” Dayton Flynn snorted.

He looked at the bodyguard beside him and said indifferently, “I hired him at a high price, and he certainly won't be scared by them!”

After that, Dayton Flynn patted his bodyguard's shoulder and said, “It's up to you.”

The bodyguard nodded slightly and said, “Don't worry.”