Outside Leslie Thompkins's hospital in the Upper East Side.
Miao Mu sat on the steps, holding a flask in his left hand and a bottle of medical alcohol he had swiped from the hospital in his right, pouring it into the flask.
The Dionysium Gem could be soaked in water and consumed, but alcohol was more absorbent and could act directly on the bloodstream.
That fight with Bronze Tiger tonight... Fuck, was that even human? Catching bullets barehanded—it was fucking absurd...
After filling the flask, Miao Mu shook it hard twice and stuffed it into his coat pocket. The door behind him was pushed open as well.
Leslie Thompkins walked out and stared at Miao Mu with a strange look that sent a chill down his back.
"Wh... what is it?" Miao Mu turned and asked.
He had been kicked out by Leslie Thompkins. Honestly, Miao Mu was full of grievances. He had clearly been the one to carry Helena here after she had lost too much blood and passed out on the road.
So how had he become some bastard who bullied women?
"Couples can have a little fun between themselves, but you can't take it too far, understand?" Leslie Thompkins gave Miao Mu a sideways glance.
Miao Mu said, "I don't know what you're talking about. At most, she and I are friends, and... I'm not the kind of person who messes around!"
"That handprint... looks a lot like your hand."
Leslie Thompkins snorted, both hands tucked into her lab coat pockets as she teased him lightly.
It was not entirely her fault for jumping to conclusions. In the middle of the night, a strangely dressed woman had arrived delirious, with a wound on her shoulder and handprints on private areas. Anyone would think in that direction.
"I..."