A wisp of white smoke rose from the silencer's muzzle,
Having finished firing, Edmund did not hesitate. He immediately ran toward the edge of the rooftop.
At that moment, Yi Chen, who had been blasted away, was nowhere to be seen. He had most likely fallen from the rooftop.
The Male Doctor's Defibrillator Palm Strike had been devastating. In Edmund's view, even if Yi Chen had survived, following it with fall injuries would have left him severely wounded.
By the time he reached the edge,
Smack!
A palm covered in vines had just grabbed the ledge.
It easily supported the body as it climbed back up onto the rooftop.
Yi Chen calmly dusted himself off, his eyes turning toward the Sick One lying not far away.
Within his field of vision,
The ancient-text name coiled over the Sick One's head like a worm—Heart Savior—Francisco Holt (Sick One)—had changed from flesh-colored to gray, indicating that the target was dead.
"That guy actually hid a defibrillator in his palm... Ah~ my clothes!"
Yi Chen did not care about his own body at all. He only inspected the chest of his coat with a pained expression.
Something miraculous happened.
The coat suddenly began to "shed its skin." The scorched portion over the left chest detached on its own,
and strands of fiber began growing and interweaving throughout the garment.
After more than ten seconds, the electrocuted and scorched area was as good as new.
Edmund explained from the side, "Damage of this degree is nowhere near the limit of what Gentleman's Skin can withstand... Even if the clothes were burned through by a huge hole, they could still repair themselves.
"Not to mention that the skin you used to make the clothes came from the First Gentleman.
"By the way, are you all