"Damn it, I should have known not to go to the front lines!"
Haywood secretly regretted it inside, his face showing just the right amount of concern, "How have you been on the train? I've been wanting to bring you back, but was held back by the higher-ups. Wei Mountain thinks you are more useful on the train... I know two sets of Tier Two Genetic Potions can't compensate for what you've sacrificed, but it's the best way I could think of..."
Tong Zizhan patted his blood-stained hand on Haywood's fair, high-bridged face. The unnatural expression on the other's face brought him a wave of satisfaction.
He'd wanted to do this for at least a year.
With a playful tone, he said, "Without the Tier Two Genetic Potions you provided, our abilities wouldn't allow us to infiltrate the Four Nations Alliance's frontline camp."
Haywood's sunken eyes trembled, he thought those two sets of potions could have buried these two.
