The Return of the Disaster-Class Hero

Chapter 72 -Conditions Are A Bit Tricky (3)

San Francisco, The United States!

People screamed within the white hospital.

"My god! You're awake!"

"Oh lord! This is a miracle.!"

The emergency room became abuzz.

The patient was in such an awful state that only interested parties could enter the room, which was off-limits to everyone else. Doctors and nurses had crowded the bed, looking to god for help. Their gaze headed toward the patient on oxygen.

This patient was none other than Leo Saint Stevens. With bandages wrapped all around his head, he could only move his eyes.

Feeling deeply moved, the doctors and nurses spoke to Stevens.

"Are you ok?"

"This is absurd! There's no way he should've opened his eyes again!"

The Leo Saint licked his lips behind his respirator. His breathing was rough. After he licked his lips a couple of times, a sound finally came out. "What happened?"

This made the nearby people scream.

"That's what we wanted to ask!"

"Your skull was crushed! A frontal bone was crushed by a hammer or something similar. You were in a state where we couldn't do much!"

The half-conscious Leo Saint gasped as his eyes widened. It seemed he had recalled his last memory. The memory was fuzzy, but he had heard Lee Gun's laughter while feeling pain in his head. That was it.

Stevens's muscular subordinates looked moved as they grabbed his hand.

"You being alive is a miracle!"

It seemed they knew who the culprit was.

"Lee Gun did this. That evil bastard hit Saint-nim's head as if he were breaking open a watermelon!"

At the mention of that name, the Leo Saint suddenly grabbed his subordinate's arm.

"Saint-nim?"

"Lee Gun!"

"What?"

"Did Lee Gun leave behind my weapon?"

These words left his disciples dumbfounded. They almost told the Leo Saint to snap out of it.

"That bastard is a villain. He committed the heinous crime of cracking your head open! He used a dirty tactic of attacking when you were weakened—"

"I don't care about that. What about the weapon!" replied the Saint.

"Wait a moment! You have to remain calm right now!"

The Leo Saint's eyes became bloodshot instead. "My weapon!" He brought down his thick arm.

Boom!

The blow contained so much power that it was almost unbelievable the Leo Saint had been close to death a moment ago.

The Saint shouted, "Lee Gun!"

"You can't! If you do this, your wounds..."

"Your skull hasn't mended yet! Please!"

"My weapon! Hurry up and bring me Lee Gun! Tell him to make me a weapon worth a billion dollars!"

Stevens's eyes were filled with life and power, an admirable sight for his disciples. Yet, the disciples were close to turning mad. Moreover, they couldn't understand the reason behind his demands. Of all the people to make it, why was the Saint insisting on Lee Gun making his weapon!