"What I want to say is, we will definitely win today!"
"Beat the hell out of that pretty boy Murphy!"
Some contestant from the back of the scene suddenly shouted, instantly igniting the mood of the entire square.
It wasn't just the little players who were roaring with laughter; the locals also let out boisterous laughter.
Indeed, any person with eyes couldn't deny Governor Murphy's good looks, but for men, such beauty in another man seemed somewhat effeminate and lacking in masculinity.
This was probably the local people's only slight dissatisfaction with their Governor until now, as clear-cut in their love and hate.
In their eyes, their Governor should be a muscle-bound tough guy who can knock people down with his fists, someone whose shoulders are broad enough to run a horse on, preferably someone who instills fear in the hearts of enemies just by being seen on the battlefield, much like the old Earl Xike used to be.
