The violent commotion in the living room reached Chen Haoran inside the room.
He climbed awkwardly to his feet, found a pair of shorts and put them on, then cautiously made his way outside.
Everyone outside was staring at the newly regrown limb, their eyes filled with excitement.
Naturally, this included the injured man himself, Brom. As he gazed at his perfectly restored arm, his eyes held not only excitement but also a hint of unrestrained arrogance.
I'm actually this powerful now. Even a severed limb can grow back directly!!
If that man hadn't had that blade, I definitely could have killed him!
Right, where did he get that blade? It was too fast just now—I couldn't see clearly.
And that little bastard. He's just standing there watching me. Why does that man seem to be protecting him? Should I kill him first?
Brom already knew that he and the Black Prison were now locked in a fight to the death. After all, he had already tried to kill someone from the leadership, who was at least a sub-captain or higher.
Now, Brom was thinking of a way to kill them and break out.
As for where he would go afterward, or whether the Black Prison would hunt him down, that wasn't a problem for the now-bloated Brom.
With my abilities now, where couldn't I live comfortably? It's still better than staying here and playing the petty thug!
Seeing Zost walking toward him again, Brom hurriedly looked around to see if he could find a way out.
If Zost didn't have that incomparably sharp blade, Brom was confident he could slowly deal with him.
But now that Zost had that blade in his hand, Brom had no power to fight back in front of him.
That was the difference a