Mike could only get out of bed the evening of the next day. Though he seemed to have healed on the surface, his internal injuries were still very serious.
Sheldon's strike had nearly dealt Mike a deathblow.
He warmed up in his room for a while, then left the yard and headed for Sheldon's place.
Sheldon was similarly injured, but his soul bore the brunt of most of the damage, having been hurt by Asura s*******r Space. His flesh and skin were fine, his eyes sharp as usual.
"Are we going to the city for a walk?" Mike asked.
"Let's have a drink. Since you won, it's on you." Sheldon was ready to go out to have some fun.
"Let's look for a bar." Mike suddenly said after taking a few steps, "Do you have any money with you?"
"Not at all."
"Then what should we do?"
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