Marshall Morgan sat upright on his seat, calmly accepting their bow.
He glanced over them slightly and sneered, "I am your Young Master? Your master should be Vaughn Morgan, right?"
The faces of the five branch masters went pale, and one of them said, "Young Master, you misunderstand. That day, the force Vaughn Morgan brought was too strong. If we resisted, we would surely be annihilated, and then the Morgan Family would truly be finished!"
"Indeed, Young Master, we surrendered to Vaughn Morgan as a temporary measure to preserve our usefulness until your return."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Marshall Morgan looked at them with a faint smile, without speaking, instead picking up a teacup and slowly drinking a cup of tea.
The five branch masters glanced at one another, unsure of what Marshall Morgan was thinking, feeling anxious and uneasy.
