Two men looked at Forrest Middleton and said flatly, "Our young master's belongings were stolen in the Southern Province. The one who took action was someone named Ethan Smith."
At this point, they paused and stared at Forrest Middleton before saying, "As the number-one figure in the Southern Province, it seems you even injured our young master, didn't you?"
Forrest Middleton's face grew increasingly cold as he said, "If you've got something to say, say it straight."
"Alright!" One of the men stood up.
He clasped his hands behind his back and said lightly, "Our young master appreciates talent. Given that you didn't know our young master's identity, he's willing to forgive you. However, you must return our young master's stolen belongings and hand over the one who stole them to us."
Upon hearing this, Forrest Middleton couldn't help but burst into cold laughter.
"Stole something? When has Ethan Smith ever stolen anything from your young master?" Forrest Middleton said coldly.