"Who the hell are you?"
The middle-aged man who was pointed at by the sword tip took a deep breath and stared at Michael.
He knew that he had been completely defeated that day and could only return empty-handed. But at least he had to know who had defeated him!
"Michael," Michael replied.
The middle-aged man frowned. What he wanted to know was not only his name, but also his background!
Apparently, he didn't want to reveal too much by only answering his name.
As a loser, if the other party did not want to take the initiative to speak, he was obviously not qualified to continue to ask.
Michael threw the long sword in his hand to the middle-aged man. "Now, you can go."
Although he could easily take the life of the middle-aged man, there was no deep hatred between the two sides. Plus, they were the first to find the treasure that the other party was looking for, so Michael did not intend to make things difficult for them.