Black Pine League.
Inner sanctum.
Gerrit Harris sat cross-legged on the ground, two daggers planted in front of him. "I've always been curious, who exactly are you?"
"Old geezer. A man may be killed, but not insulted. You know the temper and disposition of someone as skilled as myself. Kill if you want, if not, just let me go." The man in the green robe lay on the ground, not even glancing at Gerrit Harris, extremely arrogant.
"Master, are you really going to let the Ghost Martial Tribe go?" Hayden Marsh obviously hadn't accepted this reality.
"Master, you can't do this! Little Black can't die in vain!" Konrad Marsh's tone was full of complaint as well.
Four brothers, the big plan failed, two died.
Not a good start!
"Little Black already died long ago. That girl's stab was meant to kill the snake charmer but missed. You've all been deceived, still in the dark!" Gerrit Harris waved his large hand: "Wait for me outside!"
"This..." Hayden Marsh was a little bewildered.
"Out!"
