"Hahaha, you bunch of petty cowards! Is this all the courage you have?"
Hearing the crowd's murmurs and seeing them all scramble to retreat, Zhou Fan burst out laughing. He took out two pills with his left hand and popped them into his mouth. He swallowed one immediately and hid the other under his tongue.
"Lorne, you're the foremost expert here on the healing pill I just took. Why don't you tell everyone how effective it is on my injuries?"
Zhou Fan scanned the crowd arrogantly, his gaze landing on Lorne nearby. The corner of his mouth curved into a mocking smirk.
At Zhou Fan's words, everyone turned to look at Lorne with puzzled expressions, including Kazuo and the five other supreme-level assassins beside him.
"In three seconds, it can restore at least thirty percent. Within ten seconds, it can bring about a near-full recovery. Considering how severe Zhou Fan's injuries were just now, he's already completely healed in the time we've been talking."
