Upon hearing Ethan Smith's words, the woman did not get angry.
She smiled and said, "I might be able to help you."
Ethan Smith coldly responded, "I don't need it, and you wouldn't be much help anyway."
Upon seeing this, the woman pulled out a business card from her bag and placed it in front of Ethan Smith.
"If you need anything, feel free to contact me," the woman said.
After leaving her card, she got up and left the place.
Ethan Smith picked up the card and glanced at it, finding out that the woman's name was Clarissa Johnson.
Besides her name, there was nothing else.
"How ridiculous." Ethan Smith lit a flame in his hand and burned the card into ashes.
At the present time, he would not easily trust anyone, much less a stranger.
As it got later and later, many elegantly dressed young men began to flock to the bar, ready to start their nightlife.
Ethan Smith quietly drank his liquor, silently waiting for his opponent to turn up.
