Joe woke up a few minutes faster than Yula had anticipated.
At this, the lady shrugged her shoulders.
"Happy times are always short-lived!"
"I'm going to deal with our 'wallet' now."
"Or should I say..."
"Would you like to have a deep conversation with me tonight?"
Gently poking Lucius with her finger, the lady left the public washroom with a series of light chuckles only when she saw his expression growing ever so ugly.
Once alone again, Lucius clenched his fist.
Then...
The Avenger knelt helplessly in front of the washroom's sink, his fists pounding forcefully against the basin.
Pain shot up from his palms!
And that made him pound even harder!
The more it hurt!
The better he felt!
After well over a dozen blows, Lucius's fists had become bloody and blurred, and he was gasping for air, with his whole body spread out over the sink.
He could sense the danger from that woman.
He could also discern her ulterior motives.
