"Don't worry, Kirei. I will avenge you."
Mister simply bit the bullet and said those words. After all, the trust and worship of his circle is far more important and worth every risk.
Not to mention he also felt offended that the "gifts" he was about to receive was delayed because of the interference of a brat.
Just then, the elite members watched with glinting eyes as Mister heaved his massive frame out of the chair and waddled toward the kneeling Kirei.
He then reached down with a bloated, greasy hand and gently caressed Kirei's shattered wrist.
The moment his skin made contact, a sickening, squelching sound filled the room.
Kirei gasped, his eyes bulging as he watched the skin knit together and the bones snap back into place in a grotesque display of rapid regeneration.
Within seconds, the pain was gone, and his wrist was healed!
Kirei stared at his hand in pure, wide-eyed fascination, flexing his fingers as if seeing them for the first time.
