"Look, you can't beat me anyway, so now I'll give you two options?" Zhang Menglong proposed. "The first option, pay up, compensate me a total of 50 billion US dollars for my property damage and distress. The second is to pick me up in a luxury car or plane."
The two elemental dragons in the sky continued to circle, making it hard to imagine the immense amount of energy required to prevent them from collapsing.
The red-haired psychic pulled out a vial of medicine and injected it into Karls' thigh. It was a restorative drug developed by the Supernaturals Alliance, that could rapidly help a psychic recover from injuries, provided they were not dead. Of course, the downside was several months of weakness following the treatment, but now, they could not afford to worry about such side effects.
With the help of this powerful recovery, Karls' bones had somewhat healed, though he was still unfit for combat, he could at least stay conscious and perform some mild movements.
