"Fourth Master!"
Hearing the voice, two guards straightened their bodies and respectfully bent over.
The one speaking was none other than Geogre Four.
"Has Delaney already gone inside?" At this moment, Geogre Four had already donned a bamboo hat to conceal the scars on his face.
Otherwise, being seen by these guards, how humiliating would that be?
If he encountered any big-mouthed blabbermouth, and they spread the word about him getting beaten up, would Geogre Four still want to mix in the Nine Routes?
Once dignity is lost, it's not easy to establish authority again.
In the event of Hagan Marsh meeting an untimely end in a hundred years—or an unexpected turn of events—who would compete for the leadership position of the Nine Routes?
"Replying to Fourth Master, Seventh Master..."
Slap!
Geogre Four stepped forward and slapped the guard across the face.