"Tap! Tap!"
Li Jie lightly stamped his feet twice. There was barely any sharp pain. Walking slowly and normally no longer seemed to be a problem.
Heh. Abilities bought with system points really were far more solid than those flimsy bodies you people trained through willpower and sweat.
"All right, then. Time to head out!"
He gave himself a little pep talk and got into the police car. Today, he was going to see young Master Wayne, hoping the company's public relations department could help reverse the negative publicity surrounding Kara. He also hoped to squeeze a little something extra out of him while he was there.
Should be fine, right...
When Alfred opened the study door, Bruce Wayne was standing in front of his wheelchair, both hands gripping the rail on the wall, the muscles in his arms drawn into rigid lines.
But he had indeed managed to stand steadily.
"Master Bruce." Alfred looked at him with a measure of delight and pride. "The Sheriff is here... he says he's come to visit you."
"Hm?"
Bruce froze for a moment, then hurried back into his wheelchair with Alfred's help.
"Let him in. Don't tell him how my recovery is progressing."
Soon, the sound of another wheelchair rolling came from outside the door. Li Jie wheeled himself in, the leg that had once been pierced by a bullet stretched straight out on the footrest. His cane lay across his knees like a weapon that didn't quite fit his hand.
"Young Master Bruce."
Li Jie stopped in the middle of the study and nodded toward the fireplace. "You're looking well today."
"What are you doing here?" Bruce ignored the pleasantry and simply looked at him expressionlessly. "Aren't you already able to stand? You can even shake your ass."
"Aw, listen