"It's quite fun anyway. I never really cared about my life," Shinkata Misaki remarked nonchalantly, "Worst case, I'll be a man again in eighteen years."
"It's seventeen," Sun Hang corrected.
"Close enough."
"I don't care if you die, but as a tool person, you can't die until you've completed your task," Sun Hang said. "If digging out your eye could make a piece of Deceitful Equipment, believe me, I wouldn't hesitate."
"Damn you," Shinkata Misaki cursed again. "Don't you have any empathy?"
"Empathy? Are you talking about yourself?"
"I don't care; you have to get me out of here eventually. I'm almost suffocating to death in this prison-like safe house!"
"Then just wait." Sun Hang pulled his hand out, wiped it on his pants, and turned to look at Wang Xiyi, who seemed a bit distracted. "Is there anything else to do later?"
"Yeah."
"What?"
"You."
"I mean seriously."
