"Master, who is this Murphy Michael?"
Hayden Marsh thought hard, but he didn't recognize such a person.
He had never heard of him either.
Could it be an expert?
Or perhaps an old flame of the master?
But the master is upright, and when he looks for women, he always does it secretly. So how could anyone come knocking?
Konrad Marsh also had curiosity in his eyes.
"Murphy Michael? That's him." Gerrit Harris sneered, pointing at a pile of ashes on the ground.
The pile of ashes had diminished significantly.
Most of it had been collected by the Marsh brothers to mix with their rice, turning it into 'ashes rice,' placed in front of Hercules Marsh's spirit tablet.
It is said that you should crush your enemy's bones and scatter their ashes, but since Murphy Michael was already ashes, they could only vent their anger in this way.
"That snake charmer?" Hayden Marsh felt a tinge of fear.
They were Great Grandmasters, always confident.
