"Miss Torres, this mirror is beautiful, but...it's useless. You want to use the mirror to break open the door? Then I might as well use my feet to kick it open."
Lauren glanced at Ben with some disdain.
"Of course not, Mr. Carson. Violence can't solve all problems. It has to depend on this."
She pointed at her own head.
Ben was even more confused. Asking him to hit it with his head?
Before he could figure out what Lauren meant, something happened on the mirror in the next second and Ben threw the mirror away in shock.
The wooden butterfly carving on the mirror actually left the frame and flew straight up into the air, turning into real butterflies.
These butterflies flew through the gaps in the factory gate.
Ben was dumbfounded, and so was George.
Lauren let out a gasp.
"Mr. Carson, why did you throw the mirror away? If it breaks, it's over!"
