When Han Shuo returned to the Soul Annihilation Mercenary Group, he found Trunks sitting in the central training grounds with Grant's support, looking up at the vast white sky.
Trunks was still very weak. Although his wounds had been treated, he could not hope to recover in less than ten days to half a month. The worst injuries were the severed tendons in his wrists and ankles. Reconnecting them one by one and restoring their former toughness would take about a month.
Clearly, Trunks could not stop worrying about the Soul Annihilation Mercenary Group. With his tendons severed, he could only sit there limply, unable to move his hands or feet like a disabled man.
Fortunately, his eyes had gradually regained their luster. As he gazed upward, thought shone in them, showing that although his body had suffered severe injuries, his spirits were at least fairly good.
"Why did you come out? You'd better stay inside and rest while you recover. Don't worry, the attackers have already retreated in defeat. Loretta won't be able to do anything about this for a while," Han Shuo chided as he landed beside Trunks.
"It's all right. I'm feeling a little more energetic. Heh, with the Soul Annihilation Mercenary Group facing its greatest crisis, I don't want to hide inside, anxiously waiting for others to bring me news," Trunks said with a smile. He paused, then frowned slightly. "Brian, is Florida already dead?"
Han Shuo nodded and answered, "Yes. I know you wanted to kill him yourself, but killing Florida now was far more beneficial to us. Once he died, the Rainbow Sickle Mercenary Group immediately fell apart, greatly reducing the number of our enemies. That's why I didn't spare him."
Trunks sighed deeply and said ruefully, "Ah, not finishing him off myself is