The trio were drenched in perspiration and blood, looking rather forlorn. Fortunately, this scene was commonplace to the base interior workers. Hell’s Gate’s healing facilities were very robust, and skillful in treatments.
Apart from the cruelly tortured Mogensha spending more time and money to heal himself, Sheyan and Reef only enjoyed a careless bath. As they wrapped themselves up, they immediately felt incredibly refreshed. Next, they headed off to the internal canteen for a meal. After 10 minutes, brother Black whistled as he reunited to them.
The weather was presently blistering hot. Previously, with the absence of Reef and Sheyan, the duo tanks by his side, the nervous Mogensha had sorely felt a lack of security. In addition to the strain of full-on collision and fleeing, he was already dying of thirst. Eyeing the cup of dark-green freshly pressed juice, he picked it up and drank it cleanly.
