Hell's Kitchen, Peace Clinic. Michael Corvin and Selene slowly adapted to life in the United States, hoping to start anew far from home. Especially as Selene's belly grew day by day, the newlywed couple's emotions swung between panic and anticipation.
At times like this, Hell's Kitchen's "kindhearted" neighbors became the best emotional stabilizers.
Like Old Black, who ignored the fact that one arm was hanging in a sling. The moment Michael Corvin finished bandaging him, his other usable hand reached out and slapped Selene on the ass.
Selene, her pregnant belly protruding, turned around and glared at him. "Take your hand off!"
Selene, once one of the Vampire Death Walkers, was no meek little darling who silently endured abuse. Without another word, she pinned down the hand on her butt, leaving him no chance to pull back. Then, with a rapid string of combo moves, she neatly broke several of his bones.
"Michael, deal with him. Double the consultation fee." In high spirits, Selene tossed the howling Old Black to her husband. Compared to his anger over his wife being harassed, Michael Corvin felt more relieved. Now that Selene had vented today, she probably would not give him trouble tonight. These Old Blacks really were such wonderful neighbors.
"Damn bitch! I'll call my brothers and make her pay... Aah~!" Old Black, whose mouth spewed nothing but filth, had his wounds pressed by Michael Corvin and immediately howled in agony. "You quack!"
"Hey, buddy. It's not that my medical skills are bad. Your fractures need to be treated. I have to set the bones in the proper position before I can bandage them, right? What if I just immobilize them and they heal crooked?"
Michael Corvin had already become skilled at handling Hell's Kitchen thugs. Just like the advice Black Super