Capital City Simmons family.
Mick Simmons stood by the window, looking out at the deep night sky, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"What's the deal with Ethan Locke? Why is there still no news at this point?"
Donald Simmons glanced at the time and said with a frown, "That kid couldn't have died, could he?"
Mick Simmons turned around, lost in thought for a moment before he sighed, "It seems we all underestimated that country bumpkin."
"What do you mean?"
"Ethan Locke might really be dead."
Donald Simmons's brow twitched and he said in a daze, "That shouldn't be possible, right? Didn't you say that he had over twenty experts in the Bright Strength Period under him?"
Mick Simmons slowly shook his head, then after a moment of silence, he said, "Greg Jensen also knows martial arts, those guys from the Locke family probably aren't his match.
If Jay Brent's men could have been of use, that would have been good, but if they couldn't, I'm afraid..."
