"Hand."
After he finished speaking, Qiwei was slightly stunned, but then extended her right hand. Sure enough, though the wound was no longer bleeding, it still looked quite obvious.
The two punches she had thrown in anger broke her enemy's teeth but left a few noticeable scars on her fair hand.
"Try to bear it," Mercer said, as he focused on cleaning the wound with a cotton swab, mainly to ensure there were no broken bits of teeth stuck in it.
He then sprayed some trauma team-developed topical spray and applied a bandage featuring a cartoon cat face.
This kind of minor injury would almost heal overnight under the care of the spray.
After setting down the medical kit, Mercer looked up to find everyone in the car staring at him with complicated expressions.
"Why are you all looking at me?"
He asked amusingly.
V retracted her gaze and casually commented, "Didn't expect you to be so meticulous."
As for Rebecca, she didn't need to say much; she was just feeling a little sour.
As for Qiwei... She looked blankly at the bandage on her hand, flexed her fingers, and finally whispered, "Thanks... It's the first time someone has done something like this for me."
"Ha~" Mercer chuckled, "You'd better train with V and them. I've seen V and Rebecca smash skulls without hurting their hands."
V rolled her eyes, "Girl's got Mantis Blades, Rebecca's got Gorilla Arms. If we got injured hitting skulls, wouldn't it be a waste of money?"
Qiwei withdrew her hand, covering the bandaged one with the other, and replied softly, "Yes, I'll make some time to practice."
She thought Mercer wasn't wrong—those few punches she threw made her wrist still ache faintly. She really lacked some street fighting skills.
This goes for her shooting skills too; it was time to practice properly.
Qiwei's fingers caressed her hand, looking at Mercer, who unconsciously showed a faint, warm smile.
Rebecca glanced at the rear-view mirror and subtly changed the subject, "What time did we agree to meet Mann and the others?"
"Just at night, no specific time. Mercenaries like him have nothing to do at night anyway."
Mercer said, then began chatting with Rebecca about other things as the car quickly arrived at Rebirth Bar.
Upon entering the bar, Mercer greeted Claire but didn't sit at the bar, opting for a booth instead.
The price of a booth at Rebirth isn't cheap; even the smallest one starts at a minimum of 3,000 Euros for an evening.
Rebecca and Qiwei had avenged themselves, so they each bought a nice bottle of wine, intending to celebrate properly. V naturally agreed wholeheartedly—having someone to drink with, why not?
The three of them were toasting and exchanging drinks, even the usually cold Qiwei seemed much more lively today, frequently smiling.
As for Mercer...
He was still sipping on his little cola.
Initially, Mercer could clink glasses with them with his cola, but he was soon ousted by V, who had found her groove. She said a kid drinking cola should stay out of it.
Mercer chuckled and sat by himself, watching the booth's TV while the others drank their second bottle of whiskey. Mann and the others arrived at the booth much later.
"Something good happened?" Dolio teased as they arrived, "You haven't been drinking less, have you?"
"Come, come, sit and drink with us!" V, her cheeks flushed, was now looking all cozy with Rebecca, arms around each other. It was strange given these two muscle-bound superhumans should theoretically be immune to alcohol but their tolerance wasn't outstanding.
There were only two bottles of whiskey, and they hadn't even finished half the second one, yet they were already swaying.
Dolio, the big girl, sat beside the two of them, holding the big whiskey glass like a little cup, "Alright! Let those guys chat, we're here to have a blast!"
Sasha, meanwhile, sat down next to Qiwei with a smile, "I'm in too!"
"Come on! Let's see how well you guys hold your liquor!" V shouted boldly, signaling the bar staff for more cups and things.
Mercer shook his head, gesturing for Mann to join him; the two sat on the couch in the far corner, while the others drank, they talked business.
Without any small talk, Mercer pulled out a storage chip, "This is the storage chip with the immunity data, Faraday's commission. Just hand this over to complete the mission."
Mann looked at the chip in his hand but didn't take it, he cautiously asked, "What did you say you added to it?"
"Some extra intel from biotechnology,"
Mercer said casually, giving examples, "Like some dark secrets, and some secret internal intel..."
"Can you elaborate? I promise, even if we don't reach a deal, what you tell me won't be shared with anyone else."
Mann spoke cautiously, though physically he looked like he could crush Mercer with one hand, sitting beside him, Mann always had an inexplicable sense of dread.
He had a feeling that this seemingly frail Mercer might actually be the most dangerous one at the table, even more so than V, who brandished her power and confidence without restraint.