Upon hearing Tusk's words, Ethan Smith felt uneasy in his heart.
If he had made a move just now, Young Master Mo would not have had the chance to snatch anything, and Tusk and the others would not have been injured.
But Ethan Smith was even more aware that the root cause was the existence of people like Young Master Mo.
They were accustomed to oppressing the lower levels and disregarding human lives, so they were the initiators of the trouble.
"Tusk, don't worry, I will definitely seek justice for you in this matter," Ethan Smith said coldly.
Of course, Tusk didn't take Ethan Smith's words to heart, thinking that Ethan was just a novice and had only been frightened by the Vajra Ant earlier.
"How are your injuries?" Ethan Smith looked at Tusk and asked.
Tusk waved his hand, took out some golden sore medicine, and sprinkled it on his wounds.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury," Tusk said.
Ethan Smith asked solemnly, "What's the background of Young Master Mo?"