Weapons

In the unfinished, shoddily abandoned basement, Li Huowang patiently examined the fingers of these captives, trying to find the person who had kidnapped him before.

Yet after checking everyone, Li Huowang discovered in astonishment that none of them matched. Every single person here had all their fingers intact.

"How could that be? It shouldn't be." As Li Huowang furrowed his brow over this question, Zhao Lei's earlier words resurfaced in his mind.

Li Huowang shook his head and looked at the row of bound captives on the floor, as well as the not particularly fearful expressions on their faces. A trace of confusion flickered in his eyes.

Suddenly, he thought of something. He quickly crouched down again and reexamined their fingers. This time, he did not look; instead, he pressed every finger one by one.

This time, he finally found something new. When Li Huowang felt that two fingers did not have the texture of normal skin, he glanced at the man and gave them a light tug, pulling the two Artificial Fingers right off his hand.

"So it was you back then." Li Huowang looked at the somewhat unfamiliar man before him.

Seeing Li Huowang take away his Artificial Fingers, the man spoke to him with an indignant expression, clearly saying something furious. But Li Huowang obviously did not understand a word.

Li Huowang turned to Qing Wanglai in the distance. "What's he saying? Translate for me."

Qing Wanglai, who had been talking with Zhao Lei, walked over. After listening for a few seconds, he said, "He's cursing you. Do you still need me to translate?"

"Forget it." After giving the man a hard kick in the stomach, Li Huowang said to Qing Wanglai, "Is it really okay to have so many people tied up here? And so many