A man wearing black cargo pants with black boots walked expressionlessly inside a VIP room of the night club.
The leader, a towering figure with a menacing scar above his left eyebrow, strode into the room, his presence commanding attention due to unrestrained thick aggressive aura. The men gathered around the table, their faces a testament to their rough and tumble lifestyle, looked up at him with a mix of anticipation and respect.
The leader, known only by his alias "The Butcher," tossed a handful of photos onto the table. The men leaned in, their eyes scanning the images. One photo in particular caught their attention: a man with a strong jawline and piercing eyes.
"This is the target," The Butcher growled, his voice like a rusty gate. "Our clients want us to confirm whether he's still breathing or he has already gone to visit Yama."
One of the men, a burly individual with a viper tattoo coiled around his bicep, spoke up. "What's the plan, boss? This guy's a martial arts expert right. We can't just walk up to him and expect to take him down easily."
The Butcher sneered, his scar twisting into a grotesque grin. "He's not a concern. He was heavily injured, and unless he's found a grandmaster expert who can heal his internal injuries using internal energy, he's as good as dead."
Soo....
The men exchanged skeptical glances. "But what if he has found someone?" the viper-tattooed man asked again licking his lips.
The butcher looks at everyone with his eyes flickering with a cold glit.
The Butcher snorted. "In Nexus City? Don't make me laugh. There's no one here who can heal him. Our clients just want to be sure he's not a threat anymore,so just do the Job well. So, we find him, and we confirm whether he's alive or dead. Simple."
" If alive you know the drill."
The men nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew what was at stake, and they were willing to do whatever it took to get the job done.
....
Meanwhile..... At the hospital
Dr. Lee, with a kind face that couldn't be mistaken for one with authority, shook his head in amazement. "I've never seen anything like this. His internal injuries were severe, but he's recovering at an incredible rate."
Dr. Patel, a young woman with a bright smile, nodded in agreement. "And his vitals are stable. It's as if his body is healing itself at an accelerated pace."
Dr. Kim, a soft-spoken man with a thoughtful expression, frowned. "I've reviewed his test results, and I'm not seeing any indication of unusual healing factors. It's almost...unnatural."
The doctors exchanged surprised glances, their minds racing with possibilities. They had seen many patients recover from injuries, but nothing like this before.
Dr. Lee leaned forward, his eyes locked on the patient's chart. "We need to run more tests. I want to know what's causing this accelerated healing."
Dr. Patel nodded. "I'll schedule the tests for tomorrow morning."
As the doctors continued to discuss the patient's remarkable recovery, the man on the hospital bed stirred, his eyes flickering open.
The doctors turned to him, smiles on their faces. "Welcome back," Dr. Lee said, his voice warm. "You're doing great. Just rest and let your body heal."
The man's gaze drifted around the room, taking in the doctors and the hospital equipment, his eyes closing once more.
...
Dr. Lee picked up the phone and dialed Andre's number, his mind still reeling from the patient's incredible recovery. When Andre answered, Dr. Lee got straight to the point.
"President Russell,it's Dr. Lee. I called to inform you about the patient you brought in earlier. His recovery is...phenomenal."
There was a pause on the other end of the line before Andre's voice came back on. "I'll be right there."
Twenty minutes later, Andre walked into the hospital room with his sister in toe, his eyes scanning the space until they landed on the patient. The man was lying on the bed, his silver hair stark against the white pillow. His sharp features and distinct jawline were even more pronounced in repose, and his long eyebrows seemed to frame his face.
Andre's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the man. He looked...familiar, yet Andre couldn't quite place him.
The man's peaceful expression was due in part to the sedatives he had been given earlier, but even in sleep, there was an air of quiet strength about him.
Aurora's gaze lingered on the man's face, her mind racing with questions. Who was this man, and what was his story with her brother.
" Brother,I will go check on mom."
Though Aurora was curious she tactfully retreated seeing that he was occupied.
" I be right behind you."