[Zhao wasn't sure whether to laugh or groan at Majima's quip. The pun was strong in this one. He settled for a shake of the head with a not-so-hidden smile on his face as he rubbed the back of his hand across his face.
He hesitated then. His eyes roamed over the toppled lackeys as they twitched on the ground, a few of which looked like they might make it back to their feet with a little more time. Zhao owed them for what they did to him. This was just some sort of dream though, wasn't it? What difference did it make?
Well, it felt real enough. And his emotions were real. So a little payback may not have affected the fake men around him (probably a good thing anyway seeing as how half of them were still with the gang) but it made for good therapy.
So before he made his way out of the room the Liumang leader put his foot down. In a face or two. Knocking out the few torturers that were still moving. Then he followed Majima out the door and into the hallway.
He didn't know this place. It had a familiar vibe but the building wasn't one from his memories anymore. He looked to Majima.]
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He hesitated then. His eyes roamed over the toppled lackeys as they twitched on the ground, a few of which looked like they might make it back to their feet with a little more time. Zhao owed them for what they did to him. This was just some sort of dream though, wasn't it? What difference did it make?
Well, it felt real enough. And his emotions were real. So a little payback may not have affected the fake men around him (probably a good thing anyway seeing as how half of them were still with the gang) but it made for good therapy.
So before he made his way out of the room the Liumang leader put his foot down. In a face or two. Knocking out the few torturers that were still moving. Then he followed Majima out the door and into the hallway.
He didn't know this place. It had a familiar vibe but the building wasn't one from his memories anymore. He looked to Majima.]