Mrs. and Mr. Smith novel Chapter 950

Chapter 950: Chapter 950: The Power of Blood Fusion

Facing the arrogant Obadiah Heptinstall, Marc Fraley was also filled with anger.

He narrowed his eyes and said, “Heptinstall, you underestimate the Capital City Martial Arts Association. You really think that with your white bone army, you can pose a threat to the Association?”

Obadiah Heptinstall roared with laughter, “Are you referring to the eight senior officials of the Capital City Martial Arts Association?”

Marc’s eyebrows creased slightly.

Obadiah had hit the nail on the head.

Obadiah sneered, “Don’t forget what my background is, kid. I know much more than you do!”

“If those eight senior officials could show up, would it be your turn to strut around?”

Marc’s complexion slightly worsened and he remained silent for a moment.

Obadiah patted Marc’s shoulder, saying, “The prisoners are of no use anyway. You might as well hand them over to me. It won’t do you any harm.”

“As a reward, I can give you a thousand spiritual stones.”

Marc remained silent for a moment, then responded, “Give me a few days to consider, I have to discuss this big matter.”

Obadiah nodded slightly, “Alright, I will give you a maximum of one week.”

Leaving these words behind, Obadiah turned and walked away.

After that, Star rushed in.

He said solemnly, “This matter…we absolutely can’t agree to it!”

Marc glanced at Star but didn’t say anything.

…

In the cell.

Seeing Ethan Smith in pain, the prisoners began chatting with him, trying to distract him and help alleviate his suffering.

They discussed their pasts, each telling his own jokes.

It must be admitted, it was somewhat effective.

Ethan struggled to lift his head and said with a smile, “Thank you, everyone…”

“No need to thank us, we witnessed it when Miss Taylor was imprisoned,” someone said.

“Shut up! Why bring up events best forgotten?” Another person scolded.

The man immediately covered his mouth, like a child that had made a mistake.

Ethan looked at the few tubes. He tried to struggle, but failed once again.

“If I could recover to my peak state, maybe I could forcefully break free…” Ethan thought to himself.

But the conditions here were too poor. To recover, who knows how long it would take.

The next morning.

Marc Fraley and Dominic Taylor walked in from outside.

“It’s about time,” said Marc.

Dominic Taylor nodded slightly, “This blood is enough.”

That being said, he looked up at the extremely weak Ethan and laughed, “Ethan Smith, rest assured, if it’s truly useful, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

Despite his anger, Ethan was utterly helpless.

The few of them collected Ethan’s blood and subsequently arrived at a room in the Capital City Martial Arts Association.

Next, they poured the blood into a bathtub. Dominic undressed and slowly lay down.

He opened all his pores and absorbed Ethan’s blood with all his might.

It was unknown whether it was because Emily’s bloodline was in his body, but Ethan’s fresh blood wildly rushed towards Dominic.

“You want to challenge a Martial Saint too?”

Dominic sneered, “Not a challenge, but… a slaughter! Whatever Ethan failed to do, I can definitely accomplish!”

“The fusion of these two bloodlines has made my strength incalculable, hahaha!”

Watching Dominic in his excited state, Marc made a resolution: 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

To inject Ethan’s blood into his own body!

After all, his body had once been saturated with Emily’s bloodline.

…

Two days later, Marc collected Ethan’s blood.

He mimicked Dominic and began to absorb Ethan’s blood.

Unfortunately, when he laid in the tub, Ethan’s blood did not react.

“Why is this happening?” Marc furrowed his brows.

“Could the method be wrong?”

The nearby Channing suggested in a deep voice, “Could it be due to your bloodline?”

“What do you mean?” Marc asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

Channing explained, “After all, Dominic and Emily are both from the Taylor family… and Dominic’s bloodline awakening has reached 80 percent!”

“But your bloodline, it seems to be not even 30 percent. Is that why you can’t fuse with Ethan’s bloodline?”

Hearing this, Marc exploded in anger, “So you’re saying I’ve been preparing a wedding dress for Dominic Taylor?! Among all the people in the world only he has reached 80 percent!”

Even though he said so, Marc was not reconciled.

He lay in the bathtub, tried countless methods, but could still not merge with Ethan’s blood.