"That's right. Congratulations, you guessed it."
Little Zhuge smiled calmly and handed the Bomb to one of the surgeons. "Operate on him at once. Put the Bomb inside his body, and don't mess it up. Remember, he must stay alive, and nothing can go wrong with the Bomb."
The surgeon nodded hurriedly. He did not even dare look up at Little Zhuge. Bowing low, he was as meek as a servant.
The man before him was not only a Celestial Dragon, but also the Holy Land's ruthless and cunning Northern Owl.
Anyone who caught Northern Owl's attention met the same fate: he toyed with them until they wished they were dead.
"Hahaha..."
When the Celestial Dragons watching nearby heard that the Bomb would be put inside Onigumo, they burst into gleeful laughter.
Not one of them felt pity or reluctance. No one sympathized with Onigumo. On the contrary, the more shocking and vicious the method, the more it stirred these jaded, twisted Celestial Dragons into a frenzy. Their pleasure was always built on someone else's pain.
When he saw the surgeon reach for an anesthetic, Little Zhuge shook his head. "What do you think you're doing?"
The surgeon froze at his words. "Prince Fielder, I don't understand. What do you mean?"
"Heh..."
Little Zhuge smiled as he took the anesthetic and casually tossed it aside, then pointed at Onigumo. "This man is the renowned Vice Admiral Onigumo of Headquarters. Surely you don't think he needs an anesthetic for a little operation? You're underestimating our Vice Admiral Onigumo."
"Heh, you heard him. Do as he says, you brainless fool."
Nalandekaisheng joined in, giving the surgeon a harsh scolding.
Holding a living man down, cutting him open, and stuffing a Bomb inside him without anesthetic was a bloody, cruel thing to do.