When Rosen woke up, daylight had long since broken outside. The air was slightly damp, yet incomparably fresh.
The typhoon from that morning had completely passed, leaving clear skies without a cloud in sight—it was precisely what had carried away the smell of gunpowder that had filled the air hours earlier.
This time, Rosen had not had any strange dreams. When he sat up, he found himself lying on a large bed. The quilt and sheets were all pure white, plain and soothing.
No way... Rosen thought. After all that, I ended up back here again.
Still, there was one difference—there was no burly man standing guard over him this time. Another bed stood to his right, where Tang Yi lay wrapped head to toe in bandages. Medical machines hummed around him, and he appeared not to have awakened yet.
It looked like he was in an ordinary hospital ward now.
Rosen suddenly recalled what had happened before he passed out—he had come up with the mad plan to ignite the natural gas on a sudden impulse. When Kunlun's left hand pierced the Lizard's abdomen, there had only been one thought in his mind: saving people came first.
Not bad luck...
Looking at his still-intact limbs, Rosen let out a sigh of relief.
Just then, the ward door suddenly opened.
"Well, well, brother, you're awake." A familiar voice immediately rang in Rosen's ears. "I thought you'd be out for at least ten days or half a month."
Mike Kane spoke as he walked in—
He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, his shoulders wrapped in bandages, with several bandages stuck to his face as well. Yet he seemed completely unconcerned about his injuries. He held a beer in one hand and, incredibly, a chicken leg in the other.
"Haha, hungry?" Mike