The man with the mustache sneered coldly, "Ethan Smith, think carefully. If she really awakens the memories of the masked woman, it will be beyond our control."
Those words left Ethan Smith deep in thought.
The cautious demeanor of the mustached man couldn't help but make one worry.
Ethan stood there for a long time without speaking.
His face carried an expression of struggle.
The man with the mustache didn't rush, he stood by and quietly waited.
A few minutes later, Ethan turned to face the man with the mustache.
"Even if we don't take her, she will still awaken those memories anyway, right?" Ethan asked.
The man with the mustache nodded, "Yes."
"Then let's go," Ethan took a deep breath.
"At least Clare is still within our control right now."
"Besides, she may not be as terrible as you imagine."
The man with the mustache seemed to have guessed Ethan's decision long ago.
He sneered, "Ethan, let me tell you a story about the masked woman."
