Chapter 675

Dante's breathing grew shallow again. So, his head wasn't even worth as much as the floor and the coffee table? Perseus said, "Dr. Durmaz, think about it. If the coffee table breaks, we won't be able to fix it. However, it's fine if your head gets injured. You have quite a hard skull, and you'll recover in a few days. Bleeding a little can even improve your body's ability to generate blood." Dante was so angry that his lips were pursed. "Why didn't you smash it on your own head?" Perseus gave him an irrefutable answer. "I'm scared of pain." Alfred added, "He's not stupid either." "Fine! We'll see how this goes." Dante wanted nothing more than to leave the room. Putting aside the matter of getting a cup smashed over his head, Perseus even vaguely insulted him at the end of his spiel. That hurt more than any slap in the world. Glaring at Perseus, Dante put a hand on his bleeding head and left gloomily. Alfred gave Perseus a thumbs-up. "Mr. Perseus, you're truly incredible."