Chapter 1463: Chapter 1463: The Outstanding Talents of the Marshall Family Chapter 1463: Chapter 1463: The Outstanding Talents of the Marshall Family Hamr frowned and said, “Family Head, you’d better be cautious. After all, we just killed that Tusk…”
At these words, Barclay Marshall snorted coldly and said, “That Tusk was just a low-level nobody. Dead is dead. Ethan Smith killed my son, and I haven’t even settled accounts with him yet!”
*If it weren’t for fearing Ethan Smith’s power, Barclay Marshall would have already torn him apart, piece by piece.*
Luckily, Barclay Marshall had plenty of descendants, with no less than eighteen sons alone.
Among his sons, the one killed by Ethan Smith ranked rely second overall.
“Family Head, what should we do now?” Hamr asked.
Barclay Marshall rose slowly. He didn’t wish to stir up trouble, and his plan, naturally, was to avoid confrontation.
“Go and tell him that all his expenses for today will be covered by the Marshall family,” Barclay said with a faint smile.
Hamr quickly nodded at his words and said, “Alright, I understand.”
He then turned around and walked out the door.
Once outside, Hamr couldn’t help but curse under his breath, “Damn it, this Old Thing is really gutless! His son gets murdered, and not only does he not take revenge, he actually wants to make peace!”
Though grumbling, he still followed Barclay Marshall’s instructions and returned to the gambling den.
At that mont, Ethan Smith was quietly sitting at a gaming table, observing.
Ethan wasn’t familiar with gambling in the Holy Region. The only gambling he knew of was stone gambling.
Here, in addition to using magic coins, gamblers would also wager their personal foundations, such as cultivation skills and treasures.
So, driven to desperation, even staked all the Dharma Treasures they carried.
Watching these gamblers spiral into madness, Ethan Smith couldn’t help but snort coldly.
He casually grabbed a man, tossing him to the side, then propped his feet on the table.
Seeing this, the people at the table frowned and stared at Ethan.
“What’s your problem?” The man whom Ethan threw aside grew furious.
Ethan stretched lazily and said, “I’m tired. Just resting for a bit.”
“Resting? Are you out of your damn mind? Get lost now!” The people at the table yelled angrily.
At that mont, Hamr hurried over.
Standing beside Ethan, he bowed and said, “Greetings, Mr. Smith.”
Ethan glanced at him and said, “Who are you?”
“I’m the manager here. My na is Hamr,” Hamr replied politely.
“Our Family Head specifically instructed that all your expenses today would be covered by us,” Hamr continued.
Ethan raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help but sneer, “Your Family Head sounds quite filial.”
A trace of awkwardness flashed across Hamr’s face, leaving him montarily speechless.
“What if I lose, then?” Ethan asked again.
Hamr replied deferentially, “Mr. Smith, your winnings are yours; your losses will be covered by us.”
At his words, Ethan couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
He slamd his palm onto the table and then said coldly, “Since your Marshall family is so dutiful, let your Family Head co play a few rounds with .”
Hamr showed a hint of unease, then smiled ekly and said, “Mr. Smith, our Family Head is currently busy. Otherwise, he would definitely co to et you personally…”
“Oh? And so?” Ethan narrowed his eyes, exuding an icy aura.
Hamr couldn’t help but shiver; with so fear, he said, “Mr. Smith, please… don’t make things hard on . I’m just a worker in this place…”
“Fine. I won’t make things hard for you.” Ethan said coldly, “Go back and tell Barclay Marshall that I, Ethan Smith, am waiting for him here. If he cos, I’ll only kill him. If he doesn’t, I’ll slaughter his entire family.”
Hamr sighed internally.
*Sure enough, Ethan Smith wasn’t here to gamble; he ca looking for trouble.*
“Hurry up! Why are you still standing there?” Ethan glared at him.
Hamr didn’t dare speak further and promptly turned to leave.
“Who’s arrogant enough to spout such nonsense in my Marshall family’s territory?”
A voice suddenly rang out.
Looking up, they saw a refined young man striding forth.
This man’s features resembled those of the deceased Mr. Marshall, but his eyes carried a greater ferocity compared to the latter.
“Who’s bold enough to utter wild claims here?” The young man quickly arrived at Ethan’s side.
Seeing the youth, Hamr hurriedly bowed and said, “Young Master…”
The youth, addressed as Young Master, ignored Hamr and sized up Ethan with a cold glare, saying, “You must be tired of living.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow and said with a casual smirk, “And who are you?”
“I am Alger Marshall, the Marshall family’s Young Master!” The youth declared loudly.
“Alger Marshall? The most outstanding Young Master of the Marshall family?”
“Greetings, Mr. Marshall!” Soone stood up and saluted.
Alger Marshall sneered at Ethan and said, “Which mangy mutt are you, barking up a storm here?”
Hamr hurriedly interjected, “Mr. Marshall, this is Ethan Smith, Mr. Smith…”
“What? He’s Ethan Smith?”
“No wonder he’s acting so audaciously, daring to challenge the Marshall family!”
“The Marshall family is nothing; he doesn’t even put the Cloud Sect in his eyes!”
The surrounding crowd began whispering among themselves, their eyes suddenly filled with anxious fear.
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