[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman":3,"chapter-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-216":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: A Lazy-Ass Superman",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1721516,2198,"Chapter 216 216 – Terms of Exchange","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-216",216,"\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For 20 advanced chapters, visit my Patreon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon - Twilight_scribe1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Henry really wanted to talk, turning on his acting skills and taking the initiative wouldn't have been hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after what happened today, he had a few new thoughts — he wasn't in any rush to cozy up to someone like John Wick, the kind of man who practically radiated main character energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, Henry turned his attention to Munie Fisher, the manager of the Los Angeles Continental Hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed a gold coin on the table in front of her and asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"One coin, one promise — isn't that how it works?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Munie raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"As Mr. Wick said earlier, I also have the right to refuse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Oh, I'm just asking,\" Henry said easily, smiling. \"Because honestly, I'm not sure your people can actually pull this one off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small bit of provocation — but not enough to irritate her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Munie tilted her head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"And what is it you want?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Two FBI agents were the ones who brought me to that Black congressman's place,\" Henry said. \"Now that he's dead — thanks to your people — I'm the only one left alive. Can you make my problem go away?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone else from that scene was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one survivor remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course the authorities would see him as the prime suspect — or at least an accomplice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the FBI wanted to close the case quickly, Henry would be the perfect scapegoat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like a cast-iron pot falling out of the sky, and he had no way to dodge it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it only made sense to let the ones who caused this mess clean it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Munie looked at his smiling face — the faintly mocking expression, the rumpled shirt, the casual stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could tell this \"request\" was both a test and a probe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Continental couldn't handle such a small issue, then Henry had no reason to collaborate with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No foundation for cooperation meant no chance to win this mutant over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Munie Fisher wasn't the type to be baited easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her head and said simply,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"That's not enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, taking a palm-sized amulet from her assistant, she set it down beside his coin and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Press your bloody handprint here, and I'll help you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"What's this supposed to be?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"A blood oath mark,\" Munie explained. \"It represents a promise that cannot be refused.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry examined it — the intricate sigils etched into its surface, the sharp needle hidden at the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah. So that's what the spike was for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he just shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"That won't work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Oh?\" Munie arched a brow. \"You don't actually think what you're asking is simple, do you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"No,\" Henry said, feigning innocence. \"I mean it literally doesn't work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed his thumb several times against the needle's tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal bent slightly under the pressure, but there wasn't a drop of blood on his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he showed her the unmarked thumb with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Munie stared, momentarily speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"You can't even… draw blood from yourself?\" she asked. \"Then what happens if you get sick? How do you take injections?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry clasped his hands together and crossed himself piously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Then I can only pray to heaven that I don't fall ill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set the amulet down and casually reached for his gold coin — but Munie's soft, perfectly manicured hand stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She toyed with the coin between her fingers, her tone measured:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"If I help you… what can you offer me in return?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Hmm… how about another coin?\" Henry suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Quantity is meaningless,\" she replied coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was High Table law — the coins were tokens, not currency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were tickets of access, not actual payment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And some doors wouldn't open, no matter how many tokens you threw at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a blood oath might not sway a member of the High Table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what use was a pile of coins to people who already had more than they could ever spend?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"No one in the High Table is short on gold,\" she said lightly. \"This isn't a club for the poor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry looked around the hall — wounded men resting on stretchers, the smell of antiseptic still thick in the air — then leaned forward slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Then how about this,\" he said. \"Next time something like this happens… you call me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, of course, was what Henry really wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning medicine through normal channels — especially getting hands-on clinical experience — was painfully slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To assist in surgery, you needed to win the favor of senior doctors, play politics, climb hierarchies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just about being good — without connections, you might never even get to hold the scalpel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hospitals were full of red tape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To avoid lawsuits, everything had to follow protocol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To maintain prestige and profits, physicians often did things that betrayed their conscience — part of the toxic ecosystem of American healthcare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that wasn't even touching the shadowy underbelly of the pharmaceutical industry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, Henry thought — why not become a black-market doctor instead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People who came to someone like him weren't saints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were either broke or in trouble — too injured, too illegal, or too wanted to go to a real hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they lived, great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they died… well, who would dare sue him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At worst, some street gang would come knocking for payback — but a Kryptonian wasn't about to fear that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Henry's motives weren't exactly noble — he wasn't driven by compassion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just remembered that feeling of helplessness watching that woman suffer from illness — knowing all the knowledge in his brain meant nothing without experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd read the books, studied the journals, memorized the theory — but without clinical practice, even a Kryptonian couldn't claim mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Audrey Hepburn's illness had dragged on so long — and why her loss still haunted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if people were willing to risk their lives and come to him — why not use them to gain experience?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was mutually beneficial, really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least his goal was to heal, not to experiment on the healthy for curiosity's sake — that kind of monstrous behavior was still a red line even for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, in reality, most of his patients would be criminals — people hiding stab wounds, bullet holes, and illegal problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe even botched abortions, who knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serious or strange medical cases — the kind that fascinated him — would be rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the poor, those who couldn't afford hospitals, would only crawl to him when they were half-dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still — that kind of work was exciting in its own way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a real fight with Death itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Henry thought about it, the more he liked the idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Continental refused, he could do it on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Equipment? A Kryptonian could build anything with his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for medicine — well, synthesizing compounds was good practice for his chemistry skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't \"fake\" medicine, just… unlicensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes gleamed as he looked at Munie Fisher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"So, Ms. Fisher — what do you say? Can we make a deal like that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🎉 Power Stone Goal Announcement! 🎉\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'll release one bonus chapter for every 500 Power Stones we hit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let me know what should I do\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your support means everything—let's crush these goals together! 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