These two men gazed at Forrest Middleton and said indifferently, "Our young master's belongings were stolen in the Southern Province, and the person responsible is someone named Ethan Smith."
As they said this, they paused, then stared at Forrest Middleton and said, "As the number one fighter in the Southern Province, it seems you also injured our young master, right?"
Forrest Middleton's face grew even colder and said, "Just say what you want."
"Fine!" One of them stood up.
He walked backwards with his hands clasped behind his back and said indifferently, "Our young master is a man who values talent. Considering you didn't know our young master's identity, he is willing to spare you, but you must find the items our young master lost and bring the thief to us."
Upon hearing this, Forrest Middleton couldn't help but sneer.
"Robbery? When did Ethan Smith rob your young master's belongings?" Forrest Middleton said coldly.
"What, so whatever he has his eye on is his?"