Since night has already arrived, the sixteen times weakness recoil Clade received from using his Spirit ended.
This made him so happy, he almost turned a new leaf. But seeing Hanon, that was stopped.
And just as Hanon said, his bodily functions just returned. Even a piece of medical equipment that pumps his blood was there.
Looking around, Clade almost wanted to die as he computed the medical bills after this. Of course, he would be using his own money. Being a top mobster doesn't mean he had unlimited money.
As compensation, Hanon would pay half of it.
"All of it, you bastard...!"
"Actually, since I'm a bastard, I don't feel like paying half of it anymore."
"Ah... my friend. I'm just... joking..."
Hanon nodded. After which, his face turned solemn before explaining what happened.
"If I chose to help you, I, at least, would die. But look at us, we're both alive."
