In the Stuart Family living room, the Stuarts and Connor Murphy exchanged pleasantries for a while, and they ordered the kitchen to prepare a banquet.
Connor Murphy said impatiently, "Elder Stuart, I think we should just go and slaughter that kid first. After the deed is done, we can drink, don't you think?"
"Hahaha, of course, that would be best."
Elder Stuart laughed out loud, then added, "However, Grandmaster Murphy, please wait a moment. The gunmen sent earlier by the seventh haven't returned yet.
"Once they return and we see the results—if they've already taken care of Barry Wolfe—it'll save Grandmaster Murphy some effort, won't it?"
Connor Murphy pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, "That makes sense. In that case, we might as well eat first..."
Before he could finish, an icy voice penetrated the thick wooden doors.
"You don't need to eat your meal because dead people have no need for food!"
