"Do you feel discomfort anywhere? Can you still walk?" Tang Zheng squatted next to Zhao Xiong, inspecting his wounds. Though his body had multiple abrasions that looked terrifying, they were actually not severe.
"No, I'm fine!" Zhao Xiong stood up, not wanting to be treated as a burden. He already felt bad enough for not being able to fight just now.
"Good, let's move out." Tang Zheng glanced at the traffic police and Zhao Dongtao and noticed that his own injuries were more serious than theirs. However, after drinking the same dose of potion, he was recovering at least twice as fast as them.
Tang Zheng thought that the Trojan had limited the group leaders' physical fitness, but not their immune system. In reality, it was the integration of the virus that had remodeled his body, a robust metabolism was accumulating energy for his body, maintaining every cell, and allowing him to run endlessly like a perpetual motion machine.
