"Just because there's a probability, doesn't mean you'll instantly go mad upon installation," Yaxi shrugged, speaking with a nonchalant tone and using a cliché expression, "Would you rather stand up and be a hero for a second or lie in bed and be useless for a lifetime?"
Gary abruptly lifted his head to look at Yaxi, clearly stricken by these words.
"I can offer you the highest quality prosthetic body," Yaxi said with a benevolent smile, "You will become a powerful warrior, living in the dark side of this city and continuing to help the police fight crime."
Gary remained expressionless, just staring intently at Yaxi, but the unconsciously heaving chest undoubtedly revealed the turmoil within him.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Gary was drawn to Yaxi's words, but he wasn't brainless; he knew there was no such thing as a free lunch.
"I just think the Seventh District needs an executor leaning towards consequential justice," Yaxi chuckled.
