The man with the mustache jumped down from the wall.
He walked up to Ethan Smith and mocked him, "You're already injured like this, and you still have the mood to ask about that?"
Ethan didn't pay attention to his words, and anxiously asked, "Is everything ready?"
The man with the mustache shook his head, "It's not that simple, we're still missing one material, and you need to accompany me to get it."
"But looking at your current condition... I'm afraid you can't go." The man with the mustache shrugged.
Ethan frowned, "Why do I need to go with you?"
The man with the mustache replied seriously, "We need your physique."
Ethan became silent. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll go with you now."
"If you go now, it's the same as courting death," the man with the mustache shook his head.
"Even when you were at your peak condition, you could have suffered serious injuries. If you're in this state, there's no doubt that you'll die."
