He did not know how long it went on.
Until Zhen Naihe could no longer grip the scalpel, until the entire metal bed had been soaked through with blood.
Only then did Ishii Sandoken clap his hands, letting out a satisfied sigh like a toad that had eaten its fill of insects.
"You did well, Sir Zhen Naihe. Your superb dissection skills allowed you to complete the task ahead of schedule."
Zhen Naihe's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor like a heap of mud.
He knew the old man was still alive, but he did not dare look.
He did not even dare look at his own right hand.
He did not dare recall what he had just done!
Ishii Sandoken returned to the table and greedily lifted the clay statue into his hands.
By now, the statue's surface was covered in intricate patterns, steadily emitting light.
"The item has finished charging. Bring in that Zhao Family member."
"Yes!"
A response came from among the white coats.
The Sakura person Ishii called Dongji-kun stepped out through the metal door with his feet turned outward.
When he returned, a lecherous-looking old man followed behind him.
If Lu Li had been present and seen this old man, he would have been utterly astonished.
Because he was none other than—
The Frost Lord, Zhao Erwu, who had possessed the [Frost Heart] in his previous life!
"Lord Ishii, I heard the item has finished charging?"
Zhao Erwu wore a thoroughly ingratiating smile, his old back bent nearly ninety degrees.
"Yes. Thanks to Sir Zhen Naihe's assistance, we were able to finish charging it so quickly!"
"That's wonderful!"
Zhao Erwu quickly swept a glance over Zhen Naihe on the floor, a contemptuous smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
"Then let