Carson Flores stood on the road, waiting quietly.
Josie Howell flashed out of a house with blue tiles and rushed over. Seeing that Carson Flores was the only one at the rendezvous point, her gaze swept over his backpack, "What have you found?"
Carson Flores replied calmly, "Nothing."
The miraculous scene he had witnessed earlier was clearly etched in his mind, and he instinctively wanted to keep it hidden.
Though he had only picked up an ordinary-looking ring, he always felt that the man's identity was probably not simple. Plus, the man had vanished into thin air, so Carson Flores subconsciously concealed the incident.
Josie Howell sneered, "Three hours and you have nothing to show for it?"
Carson Flores said indifferently, "The rich homes with blue bricks and tiles have all been taken by you. The places I checked were just thatched cottages. What gain do you think I could have there? Or would you like me to bring over some hoes and harrows for you?"
