Three days passed quickly.
Fang Li had no idea what had happened to the heroes of the Hero Association.
All Fang Li knew was that afterward, Sweet Mask had once again been sent to the Hero Association's infirmary for emergency treatment.
Tatsumaki's attack had sent Sweet Mask crashing down from the top floor of the Hero Association all the way to the first-floor lobby. Buried beneath countless chunks of rubble and shattered stone, he had suffered horrifying injuries.
It was said that not only had Sweet Mask broken every bone in his body, but even his internal organs had been damaged.
That was enough to show that Tatsumaki's attack, unleashed with all her emotions behind it, had shown absolutely no mercy.
With injuries that severe, even Sweet Mask's astonishing regenerative abilities could never have healed him completely on their own, could they?
Thus, Sweet Mask was sent to the infirmary again and remained in critical condition for several consecutive days.
Perhaps Sweet Mask might even breathe his last on the operating table.
Bang seemed to find such a fate regrettable for Sweet Mask.
"That hero is a pitiful person too."
Had Sweet Mask not become so obsessive and twisted because he had experienced a tragedy that could only be called despairing?
That was precisely why Sweet Mask could not stand evil and could not tolerate it.
In that sense, he truly could be called pitiful.
But pitiful people always had something hateful about them.
In Fang Li's words, that was...
"What does that have to do with me?"
That was exactly it.
Just because someone was pitiful, was he supposed to let them walk all over him?
Fang Li did not have such a pleasant personality.
Not to mention, Sweet Mask had no right to question Fang Li in the