Phil paced all around the place. His face was full of anger. Right now, he wanted to break Michael's hands before he could do anything reckless again. Why the hell did he do that again?! He told him to lay low for the time being, yet he did that again.
Why couldn't he understand his words? They needed to tread lightly for some time. That policewoman's incident was very difficult for him to cover.
"Why did you call me?" asked Micheal. His arms were folded over his chest as he walked towards him.
Without saying anything, Phil swung his fist, hitting Micheal's right across his face.
Michael took a few steps and stabilized himself. Blood leaked from his nose, dyeing his shirt with the blood's colour. But within a few seconds, his nose healed.
Phil frowned and said, "Your healing speed has increased. How did you do that?"
