Right Hand Attached to Left Leg

041

Shen Yan cursed inwardly.

This kid was way too underhanded!

You're the one interrogating the enemy, yet you drag me over as a shield!

Right now.

The Martial Artist Guild's Supervisor Shen found himself in a deeply frustrating spot.

He'd come here to recruit, but instead, he'd walked right into a mess.

But then he thought back to the living room, to that Little Ancestor wearing the panda pajamas...

A wise man knows when to yield!

Swallow it.

Immediately.

Supervisor Shen nodded at the security squad leader.

"That's right. It's me."

The security squad leader was a middle-aged man around forty.

His right hand held a Battle Knife. His other hand...

There was no other hand.

His left arm was severed clean at the shoulder, leaving an empty sleeve.

"Ah, it's Supervisor Shen! In that case, no problem here."

His tone was respectful, but neither servile nor arrogant.

Then he glanced again at the Suit Man lying in a pool of blood.

"I thought that insurance salesman looked shady earlier. Turns out he really was no good!"

"Supervisor Shen, please carry on. We won't disturb you."

"Fall back."

The next moment.

That ten-man squad of elite security Martial Artists vanished from the Villa entrance in an instant.

Shen Yan: "..."

An insurance salesman!

A goddamn insurance salesman again!

Supervisor Shen's psyche took another ton of critical damage.

"When I get back, I'm burning that damn suit!"

Jiang Fu brought over a basin of Toilet Water.

He dumped it harshly over the Suit Man's head.

The Suit Man slowly opened his eyes.

When he looked at Jiang Fu again, his gaze was filled with pure terror.

The boy's features were delicate, his expression sunny and open.

But in the Suit Man's eyes, he was nothing less than a demon crawling up from hell!

"Wh-what did you do to me?!"

That bone-deep, piercing agony had nearly shattered his mind!

A glass bottle floated out from the Villa.

It hovered in front of the Suit Man.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"This potion of mine amplifies your senses by a factor of ten."

"All of your senses."

Sight, touch, smell, taste, hearing...

And pain, Multiply by Ten.

With heightened senses, he could clearly feel every detail of every injury on his body.

It wasn't just physical torment—it was psychological devastation.

The Suit Man's face was deathly pale. He shuddered violently.

The broken ends of his legs and arms were still bleeding.

Jiang Fu's expression was flat. "Who is Old Wu?"

The suit man lowered his head, clenching his teeth and saying nothing.

Jiang Fu let out a scoff. "Quite loyal."

On the other side, Shen Yan also felt a bit uncomfortable.

He let out a faint, deep sigh.

His voice carried a weighty tone as he said, "These Martial Artists, roaming the Wilderness Area year-round, living on the edge of a blade—they're practically bonded by life and death. How could they betray each other over a little pain?"

Jiang Fu frowned.

"Supervisor Shen, do you have any way to keep him conscious so he won't pass out from the pain?"

Shen Yan: "..."

The profound expression on his face instantly cracked.

"I'll do it."

Just then, a crisp, clear female voice came through.

Shi Jiu walked out of the Villa, wearing a full set of fuzzy Panda Pajamas.

She rubbed her eyes as she stepped out.

When Shen Yan saw Shi Jiu, that sense of his worldview collapsing hit him again.

Jiang Fu quickly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "It's cold outside. Don't catch a chill."

Shi Jiu waved a hand. "It's fine. This outfit is pretty warm."

After a pause, she added, "And I didn't catch a chill earlier when you soaked me at noon, did I?"

Shen Yan: "???"

Shen Yan: "!!!"

What the hell kind of scandalous talk was that!

Shen Yan wished he could tear out his own ears.

No, wait—

What was going on between Little Ancestor and this Jiang Fu?

They weren't actually hooking up, were they?

Jiang Fu looked a bit awkward.

He coughed. "Uh... the clothes I picked are indeed both warm and good-looking!"

His tone even carried a hint of pride.

Shi Jiu's eyes curved in agreement.

Shen Yan: "..."

He wanted to slap himself again.

What kind of love potion had Jiang Fu fed this vicious Little Ancestor?

Shi Jiu raised a hand.

A faint glimmer of silver flashed.

It instantly struck the top of the Suit Man's head.

It was a tiny Silver Needle.

"It's done."

At Jiang Fu's words, his Spirit Power stirred lightly.

That whole big bottle of Toilet Water was once again poured into the Suit Man's mouth.

Pain Multiply by Ten, lasting thirty seconds!

Senses Multiply by Ten, lasting thirty seconds!

In that same instant, a heart-wrenching scream rang out again.

The Suit Man tried to pass out like before, but because of the needle on his head, his consciousness stayed sharp the whole time.

Fainting from pain is actually the body's natural self-defense response.

But Shi Jiu's Silver Needle directly broke that self-defense mechanism, keeping the Suit Man's awareness fully alert.

His shrill screams echoed through the entire Villa neighborhood.

The security team and the others couldn't help shrinking their necks.

"Supervisor Shen from the Martial Artist Guild... is he really this brutal?"

"Look at what he's reduced this man to!"

"Xiao Jiang's had a rough life—he can't let this guy lead him astray..."

As for the other residents of the Villa complex—

They'd already been notified by property management that Supervisor Shen from the Martial Artist Guild was interrogating a criminal inside the grounds.

The moment they heard it was Shen Yan.

Those residents instantly dropped any objections.

As a supervisor in the Martial Artist Guild, Shen Yan was a well-known big shot here in District Nine of Bin City.

Inside the Villa courtyard.

"Kill... kill me..."

"Please, kill me, kill me, aaaah—"

The Suit Man writhed on the ground.

His stumps—where his calves and hands had been—scrabbled desperately.

As if trying to grab hold of something.

His eyes were filled with nothing but despair and emptiness.

In that moment.

Even Shen Yan felt his scalp crawl.

He glanced nervously at the two people beside him.

That Little Ancestor had already been terrifying enough when she killed.

And now Jiang Fu had shown up!

Judging by the Suit Man's expression, it was exactly as Jiang Fu had said.

With his consciousness fully intact, every sensation was magnified tenfold.

He simply couldn't live, and couldn't die!

The two of them together...

One killed, the other handed the knife.

One tortured, the other assisted!

Jiang Fu glanced at Shen Yan.

His tone was low: "Supervisor Shen, you know what?"

"When I ran into these people in the Wilderness Area..."

"They said they'd first break my Limbs, force me to reveal the location of the Spiritual Fruit, then snap my neck and bring my head back to Guo Fangdong."

Shen Yan froze.

Then it clicked.

So it was about the Spiritual Fruit.

Still, this Suit Man in front of him had no room for complaint.

Those who kill, will be killed in turn.

Shi Jiu's dark, deep eyes held a trace of murderous intent. "They really said that?"

Jiang Fu smiled. "Yeah."

"So three of them I scattered to the wind, and four I fed to the wolves."

"This one..."

Jiang Fu looked at the Suit Man struggling on the ground.

"Let him die in agony."

No sooner had the words fallen.

A small blade drifted over.

And lightly sliced across the Suit Man's face.

"Aaaah—"

Another scream of utter despair tore from the Suit Man's throat.

In that moment.

Every one of his amplified senses...

He could clearly feel every detail of the blade slicing through skin.

"I—I'll talk, I'll talk..."

"Brother Wu... his name is Wu Deming!"

"He's a coach at Wude Martial Arts Hall."

"And the captain of our Crimson Tiger Martial Artist Team."

"Guo... Guo Fangdong put up three hundred million for your head..."

Jiang Fu silently committed the Crimson Tiger Martial Artist Team and Wude Martial Arts Hall to memory.

"And you? How were you planning to kill me?"

This Suit Man wasn't all that strong.

The first ten seconds, then the next thirty seconds.

Forty seconds total.

Yet Jiang Fu had only spent six points of Spirit Power.

With strength like that, he was barely better than a Red-tailed Rat.

And he dared to come alone, into the heavily guarded Blue Shore District, to kill him?

At that moment.

The thirty seconds had passed.

The Suit Man's senses gradually returned to normal.

He lay on the ground, gasping for air in heavy breaths.

"Poison... I'm a Poison Master..."

Jiang Fu paused.

Poison Master?

A poison user?

It seemed.

If he'd stayed in the hospital, he really might have been poisoned without even knowing it.

"But a Poison Master..."

Thinking of the Blue Ringed Octopus Venom Gland he still didn't know how to use.

Jiang Fu instantly had an idea.

His Spirit Power stirred slightly.

He fetched another bottle of Toilet Water.

"This bottle is a potion with rapid recovery abilities."

As he spoke.

Jiang Fu's Spirit Power stirred again.

The Suit Man's severed calf and hands flew up on their own.

The left hand was shoved into the right leg's stump.

The right hand was shoved into the left leg's stump.

The left calf was attached to the right wrist.

And the right calf was attached to the left wrist.

The Suit Man's eyes shot wide open.

He said in terror, "You—what are you going to do to me?!"

Jiang Fu ignored him.

He just poured that bottle of Toilet Water down the Suit Man's throat.

Limb reattachment speed, wound healing speed, multiply by ten!