Abudula felt better than he ever had before, his entire body brimming with strength, even a sense that he possessed a power capable of annihilating everything within him.
Unfortunately, when the mysterious Mister Angel placed his palm upon him, he was as helpless as a chick, unable to move even a muscle, pressed beneath it as if by a colossal mountain, struggling for breath.
But soon enough, he calmed down rapidly and the room fell silent.
Maurice was both excited and nervous; excited because Abudula seemed injected with a surge of vigor, moments ago he was seriously ill, yet in an instant, he'd thrashed about so fiercely that he broke the straps of his bed, what a herculean strength.
"Respected Mister Angel, I, Abudula. Matt Hardy. Ivan, express my deepest gratitude to you. Please allow me to stand and kiss your angelic hand!" Abudula, a man of the world, regained his composure and once again became the picture of a gentleman.
