"Whew... is he finally dead?"
Werewolf Doctor knelt on the ground.
Han Dong, wearing the Steel Mask, straddled the werewolf's back like a seasoned assassin.
His right arm had transformed into a bloodhound and bitten deep into the werewolf's neck. Blood spraying from the artery had already flooded the floor of the Monitoring Room.
Meanwhile, his left arm had been severed by the werewolf during the fight.
Han Dong had actually used the weapon known as Caregiver's Arm as a "temporary prosthetic," brutally jamming the broken end of the arm bone into the bloody opening at his shoulder to replace his left hand.
The bloodhound tore madly at the carotid artery,
while Caregiver's Arm displayed its prowess as a blunt weapon, smashing heavily into the werewolf's skull again and again.
Even so, it took a full minute before Werewolf Doctor finally stopped struggling.
Only after confirming that the doctor was truly dead
did Han Dong stop his frenzied blows, like those of a homicidal maniac.
He picked up his severed left arm, perfectly aligned it with the wound, and drank a recovery potion purchased from the store.
Combined with his natural regenerative abilities, blood filaments grew from his shoulder and connected to the severed arm, completing the "arm reattachment" after some time.
As long as the limb had not been destroyed, it could still be quickly reattached.
"Doctor... Aahhh! You clearly had werewolf bloodline—why did you lose?"
The sickly woman beneath Sally's foot let out repeated screams and unwilling cries.
Of course.
Sally, whose body was covered in cuts, was equally annoyed. If Han Dong had not asked her to spare this woman, she would have killed her long ago.
Han Dong flexed his newly reattached left arm as he walked toward the sickly woman. He deliberately crouched down, bringing