Die, or Give Me the Speed Force Technology (2)

Donnie casually pulled over a chair, sat down, and leaned back comfortably, his calm gaze studying Harrison, whose expression had suddenly turned cold. "I came to ask you for something," Donnie said. Harrison suddenly smiled, the curve of his lips just right, displaying the composure of a middle-aged man. He slowly took off his glasses, no longer concealing the sinister look in his eyes. He placed the glasses on the nearby table. Sitting in his wheelchair, Harrison narrowed his eyes.