The Puppet watched Chen Chuan leap into a streak of light and fly away. Then he turned to look at the Hand Cane planted nearby.
The weapon had snapped during the battle, though a small portion was still connected.
He bent down and picked it up, carefully straightening it and fitting the broken ends back together. Before long, Mutated Tissue spread out from within and linked itself together. It would not be long before the weapon grew back whole.
The Mercenary Group members gathered around at this point.
Someone could not help asking, "Boss, who was that? He looked incredibly powerful."
"Yeah, he seemed to deal with that monster without even trying."
"He looked like he was from the Eastern Continent too, right?"
The team members voiced their amazement one after another. They had seen it clearly: that foul-smelling fellow had been more than even their boss could handle, yet in the hands of that later arrival, he had seemed like nothing more than a toy.
Only the Bald Woman appeared to have recognized Chen Chuan's identity, but she did not say anything. She merely looked extremely excited.
The Puppet said, "A friend I know."
He turned to look behind him. "Dig him out."
The team members came to their senses and ran to the back, digging out the old man who had nearly been buried beneath dust and soil.
The old man was still unconscious. Fortunately, he had been placed somewhere high earlier and had not been splashed by the corrosive liquid. Moreover, he had an Implant Body respiratory system of his own, which could replace normal breathing through the nose and mouth. Otherwise, he might have suffocated beneath the dust and dirt kicked up by the aftermath of the battle.
After being awakened, he clutched his neck and