Charmera wrote:“We don’t have time for a hospital. Plus I’m fairly sure they couldn’t fix whatever the hell is wrong with you.” She remarked, picking him up in her arms with surprising ease. Some might find the scene tender if she didn’t have a frown on her face. “We need you, so we’re not going to put you in jail. And we plan to compensate you or whatever.” She spoke. “We need your help delaying a terrorist group, so that they don’t blow up more of Hong Kong.”
Zhao jumped out of her arms. The action sent stinging pain all throughout his body. While he wasn't invincible, immortality and time made it easier to tolerate pain.
"So, this is my problem because? He said sarcastically.
"I could care less if this city gets blown to shit. My problem now is to find out where that damn commissioner went or killing enough Triad hit squads so that they realize they can't do shit to me."