Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1123

Chapter 1123: Chapter 1123: Reckless Frederick Cohen_1 Chapter 1123: Chapter 1123: Reckless Frederick Cohen_1 Frederick Cohen, who stood nearby, was a crude man, utterly confused by the conversation.

“I will go find him now,” Pavilion Master said.

“I'll go with you!” Frederick Cohen hurriedly said.

Pavilion Master glanced at Frederick Cohen and said, “Your temperament is rough, you tend to ruin things; better stay here.”

“No way!” Frederick was extremely resolute.

“Ethan Smith once said that you saved him; thus, you became my benefactor. With him absent, I must ensure your safety!”

Pavilion Master opened her mouth but was rendered speechless for a moment.

Unwillingly, she had to agree to let Frederick come with her.

And so, the two of them headed toward Jenson Harmon's room.

Jenson seemed to have anticipated Pavilion Master's arrival in advance, so he had Dempsey Knox waiting at the door.

Dempsey's face was filled with sinister coldness. Unlike Jenson, who would revel in the mortal world, Dempsey would not; his mind was filled with slaughter and revenge.

In Dempsey's opinion, if it weren't for Pavilion Master sabotage, Heaven Gate would already be filled with rivers of blood by now.

As a result, Dempsey didn't have a good face for Pavilion Master.

“Is Elder Jenson here?” Pavilion Master asked knowingly.

Dempsey coldly said, “Of course he is. My master has been expecting your arrival.”

Upon hearing this, Pavilion Master nodded her head lightly and then attempted to enter.

Just then, Dempsey blocked Pavilion Master's path.

He coldly stared at Pavilion Master and said, “You'd better not try any tricks on my master, or… I will slaughter you!”

“You little brat, didn't your mother teach you how to be an upstanding person? A grown man, calling someone else master? Did you fill your head with shit while growing up?” Frederick instantly swore loudly.

Dempsey's face darkened, and he coldly said, “What are you that you can yell in front of me?”

“I'm your father! Give it another try!” Frederick took a step forward, and his face filled with fierceness.

A hint of anger began to emanate from Dempsey.

“Kid, do you want to die? You think I won't dare kill you?” Dempsey coldly said.

“Come, come, come, if you don't, you'll be my son!” Frederick rolled up his sleeves and walked toward Dempsey.

“Frederick, don't be rude!” Pavilion Master hurriedly reached out to stop Frederick.

Although Frederick was a crude person, he had great respect for Pavilion Master, so he stopped immediately.

“I'll remember you, kid,” Dempsey said darkly.

Frederick sneered, “Can it work if you don't remember your own father?”

“You fu-”

“You're the fu-” Before Dempsey could finish, Frederick cut in.

Just as it seemed the two were about to fight, Jenson's voice came from inside the room.

“Dempsey, let them in,” Jenson said.

Dempsey held back his anger and stepped aside to let them in.

Frederick snorted coldly and followed Pavilion Master into Jenson's room with large strides.

Upon entering, they found tea already brewed on the table.

The shocking surprise was there was a TV hanging on the wall, playing some indescribable scenes.

“Dirty old man,” Frederick couldn't help but curse silently.

Jenson handed a cup of tea to Pavilion Master.

“Our agreed date is tomorrow. Do you have any reason to stop me?” Jenson asked indifferently.

Pavilion Master chuckled, “Elder Jenson, I have no reason to stop you since we agreed on this.”

“Oh?” This surprised Jenson somewhat.

At this moment, Pavilion Master changed the topic and laughed, “Since ancient times, Mighty Realm cultivators have been like divine dragons in the sky; they have always been considered supreme beings in any dynasty and honored like gods.”

“You should be aware that in the hearts of martial artists, the Mighty Realm is shrouded in mysterious glory, both mysterious and sacred.”

Jenson asked indifferently, “So, what's your point?”

Pavilion Master laughed, “In this era, Mighty Realm cultivators have been absent for many years, leaving you as the only one; the only one who has truly been seen by the world. In their hearts, you've long since become sacred and inviolable.”

Jenson laughed loudly as he was about to refute, but Pavilion Master continued, “I'm not speaking groundlessly; you can see for yourself.”

With that, Pavilion Master handed her mobile phone to Jenson.

Jenson took the phone and glanced at the content and comments on the Martial Arts Forum.

“Though normally you and Heaven Gate would have irreconcilable conflicts, the Followers of Heaven Gate still regard you as divine and admire you wholeheartedly. I believe you must be aware of this,” Pavilion Master continued.

Jenson sipped his tea and remained silent.

“Elder Jenson, do you truly have the heart to kill them? Innocent people who worship you as a divine idol.” Pavilion Master got to the point.

Jenson glanced at Pavilion Master and said lightly, “Since you said that I'm their god, shouldn't they be willing to sacrifice their lives for their god? Don't they want to pay with their lives for their god?”

Upon hearing this, Frederick's fury filled his mind; he was about to speak when Pavilion Master quickly grabbed his rough hand.

But how could such a gesture escape a Mighty Realm cultivator's eyes?

Jenson had already captured the murderous spirit emanating from Frederick.

“You want to kill me?” Jenson asked with narrowed eyes.

Pavilion Master's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly tried to explain, “Elder Jenson, he-”

“Shut up.” However, Jenson directly interrupted Pavilion Master's words and continued looking at Frederick, speaking in an icy tone, “You want to kill me?”