Overturned Tower

When Xiaoya lay on the ground, motionless in obedience to the strangulation order, she simply closed her eyes out of fear.

She didn't know if Mr. Strangler could still defeat the incoming enemies with force even though one of his arms was lost to a bullet...

But she could realize that the protection exerted on her by strangulation must come at a price.

——In other words, I was the one who dragged Mr. Strangler down.

If he didn't need to save himself, he wouldn't have been seriously injured at all; and if he hadn't been injured, maybe he would have been able to defeat these hateful guys more easily and with fewer enemies and more enemies. She must also accept Mr. Strangler's protection...otherwise she may even be kidnapped and turned into a hostage, or attacked and Mr. Strangler is forced to be distracted.

Xiaoya thought seriously on the ground.

She immediately sent a message requesting assistance.

And the most useful thing she can do after that is to trust Mr. Strangler and not cause trouble for him.

Her own actions may affect the effectiveness of defense methods, and may even affect Mr. Strangler's state. Even though she, as a fish, would feel slightly suffocated lying on the dry floor, she really held her breath and remained motionless.

If Mr. Strangler is defeated unfortunately, she will not escape because of it. Because he was originally meant to die, but was forcibly saved by Mr. Strangler - in this case, how could he abandon Mr. Strangler and live alone?

...that can be said.

The girl, who is just fourteen years old this year, is still afraid of the upcoming future.

She didn't know when the support from the headquarters would arrive, and whether Mr. Strangler would die unfortunately... She couldn't accept the reality that the person who saved her died tragically in front of her. So she chose to close her eyes, not to listen, not to see, not to think.

And the moment she felt the wooden planks of the cabin beneath her feet squeaking and sinking slightly. Xiaoya picked up her energy and was frightened.

It wasn't until she heard the sound of strangulation again that she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Strangler actually won the fight!

She opened her eyes happily and turned over to sit up. The fish's tail slapped the floor happily.

But when she really saw the current state of the strangulation, her breathing suddenly stopped and a look of horror appeared in her eyes:

"Mr. Strangler, you are seriously injured!"

Most of the soft white lion fur on his body was stained red with blood. Like hair styled with mousse, the hairs stick together and become dry and hard instead of fluffy;

The elbow joint of his right arm was directly broken, and only the semi-connected tendons and muscles could be seen barely holding on to the shaky forearm.

His left hand was also soaked in blood, and the second bone of his middle finger seemed to be broken.

There is also a sharp steel arrow stuck in the right shoulder blade of Strangler. It almost penetrated the flesh, and the arrowhead could even be seen slightly bulging from the front.

"Is it heavy?"

After hearing Xiaoya's words, Hangsha sneered subconsciously.

——Is this considered a serious injury?

It looked scary, but it was just a broken arm. All three attacks are concentrated on one arm, minimizing the trouble of replacing prosthetics.

What a weak little girl, making such a fuss.

In those days of strangulation, there were fierce men who used their skulls to catch bullets and their faces to catch heavy fingernails with steel nails.

His chest had been cut by a chain saw, and the muscles and one and a half of his ribs were severed. The wound was just a hair away from severing his heart. He had taken at least seven or eight rounds of bullets all over his body...and this was just a normal situation as an uncoded person living in the downtown area.

But looking at Xiaoya looking at her broken right arm in horror and self-blame, her body shaking violently, trembling, and strangled, she still didn't directly say what she originally wanted to say.

He was silent for a moment and explained in relatively euphemistic words: "This is actually... a minor injury to me. After all, the internal organs are not damaged at all, and the most important ones, the brain and heart are completely fine. It looks scary, but the impact Not big."

"But your right arm, I'm afraid-"

"Just replace it with a new one, it's not a big problem."

Strangler said nonchalantly.

Strangler will not lament or regret what has happened. Because that doesn't make any sense.

This is something he understood from an early age.

He didn't assemble too many prosthetic bodies for himself before because his fighting method back then mainly turned his body into fire. For him, there is no need for strong defense or strength, because the fire of the furnace can burn the enemy to death with just one touch.

On the contrary, if too many prosthetics are installed, the speed of turning into fire will be slower. After all, it was not his own body, and its structure was complicated. Using magic to assimilate and influence it takes longer, which means his reaction speed will slow down - maybe he has realized that someone is shooting at him, but he has no time to turn into flames to avoid the attack.

Even a pause of just 0.5 seconds could be fatal. Not to mention that the impact of changing the prosthetic body on the spell is far more than just 0.5 seconds... but may be a delay of two or three seconds.

But things are different now.

The loss of the powerful furnace fire allowed Strangler to lift many restrictions. It doesn't matter if you're missing an arm or something... you can just replace it with a powerful prosthetic hand. This was his original plan, but he was suddenly sent on a business trip and had no time to change.

...The only surprise is that the one that Strangler originally planned to replace was actually his left hand.

After all, his dominant hand is his right hand, which is more dexterous and powerful. For prosthetic hands, it doesn’t really matter whether they are dominant or not, so most people will replace their unfavorable hand with a prosthetic hand that can perfectly respond to brain instructions and will never make mistakes.

However, the time to rescue Xiaoya is too tight.

Hangzhou subconsciously stretched out his more dexterous, more agile, and more powerful hand. As a result, it suffered a crippling and powerful attack.

As for the subsequent injuries, Strangler tried to recycle the waste with the calm thinking of "the arm is already useless anyway, so it's better to let it take more damage".

He has always been ruthless and cruel.

Not just against enemies.

He has no mercy for his comrades, companions, and subordinates—even for himself.

With this in mind, he held his broken right arm with his left hand and asked Xiaoya calmly: "Is there a knife on the boat?"

"……knife?"

Xiaoya became nervous: "Are there any enemies?"

"No, I want to cut off this useless arm. Leaving it hanging like this will be very painful and may cause infection. It would be better if there is wine and fire... According to the general legend, there should be wine on the ship. Right?"

Strangler said nonchalantly.

But when he saw the expression on Xiaoya's face, it became more and more complicated.

The look she looked at him... the look that was mixed with heartache, pity, self-blame, and sadness made Hangzhou's heart suddenly tremble.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

The girl's voice trembled: "Why... Mr. Strangler, are you... so patient?"

——At that moment, an illusion flashed before his eyes.

He had a strong feeling of vomiting. It was like being punched hard in the stomach. If I didn't cover my mouth immediately, I might even spit out stomach acid.

In front of Zhuosha, Xiaoya, who stretched out her hand to touch herself but did not dare to, overlapped with her mother.

Ridiculous laughter, sarcasm, and ridicule, awakened from memory along with the pain from the cracks in the bones.

It was like a dull pain sensation that was completely restored in an instant.

For the first time, Hangzhou took a breath due to the pain on his body.

That's what Hangsha thought he had forgotten long ago...

【pain】.