"So you came here just to have me congratulate you?"
Zhang Heng finally straightened up again, took the blood-spattered suit from the car, tossed it onto the ground, then retrieved a small bottle of gasoline from the trunk and poured it over the suit.
"I'm glad that although you've lost your emotions, you haven't lost that precious sense of humor." Kronos smiled at that, then paused before continuing. "I know you're someone who is... very strategic. You plan before you act, stay calm no matter what happens, and when making a deal, you're used to taking the initiative. You deliberately act like you don't care, forcing the other party to speak first so you can bargain more effectively. But we're old partners, after all. There's no need to keep up this foreplay, is there?"
"Mm. I was mainly considering that you're getting on in years. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to take it if I came straight in too hard."
"How very gentle of you." Kronos's smile vanished, and his expression turned serious. "You've started having nightmares lately, haven't you? Even during those extra twenty-four hours, you can't escape them."
"Do you have any good advice for sleeping?" Zhang Heng took out a lighter, crouched down, and set fire to the gasoline-soaked suit, watching the flames rise.
"You went to Isis, then to Psyche. The two of them should have already answered your questions, which makes things much simpler." Kronos got straight to the point. "I can exchange blood with you."
Seeing no reaction from Zhang Heng, Kronos continued, "A blood exchange is no trivial matter. If a god transfers his blood into your body, your blood will flow into his body as well. Ordinary human blood might not have much effect, but the blood flowing through you