Hagan Marsh had a foster son, which Julius Reed was aware of.
Typically, chieftains of such militaristic natures would take in some foster sons to consolidate their rule.
And not just a few.
However, what he hadn't expected was that this good-for-nothing, bushy-bearded man before him was actually a foster son of the Ninth Route Commander.
"So, you're Commander Marsh's foster son." Julius Reed tossed his steel knife aside, secured the Jade Pendant, and then, with a smile, helped him up.
"Hisss..."
The bushy-bearded man grimaced in pain but endured it as he slowly got to his feet.
He continuously offered thanks, "Thank you for the mercy of not killing me. Once I return, I will explain everything to my foster father and clear up our misunderstanding. After all, what's a few minions? Doesn't each route in Swimming City have hundreds die every year?"
Though he said this, his thoughts were elsewhere.
