Chapter 133: Francis Hart's Probe

"How boring!" Hendrix Lane lay on the hospital bed, staring up at the plain white ceiling, sighing. It had been three hours since Linda Huxley left, and night had fallen. Thanks to the Ninefold Heavenly Mantra, his wounds were almost completely healed. Honestly, he was well enough to walk out of the hospital right then and there. However, the bullet that hit him was from a sniper rifle. If the doctors discovered his rapid recovery, they might want to study him like a lab rat. Besides, Hendrix himself...