Hammer, who was standing nearby, furrowed his brows and said, "Chief, you should be careful. After all, we just killed that Tusk..."
Upon hearing this, Barclay Marshall couldn't help but coldly snort, "That Tusk was nothing but a small fry. So what if we killed him? Ethan Smith killed my son and I haven't even settled the score with him yet!"
If it wasn't for his fear of Ethan Smith's power, Barclay Marshall would have sliced Ethan Smith to pieces long ago.
Lucky for him, Barclay Marshall had many descendants. He had eighteen sons alone.
The Mr. Marshall that Ethan Smith had killed was only his second son among all his children.
"Chief, what should we do now?" asked Hammer.
Barclay Marshall slowly stood up. He didn't want any trouble, so his plan was naturally to keep the peace.
"Go tell him, say that all his expenses today will be covered by our Marshall family," said Barclay Marshall with a faint smile.
Upon hearing this, Hammer immediately nodded, "Alright, I understand."