“Not really,” Charlie Wade said with a smile. “After he took the Remodeling Pill and his left hand grew back, I chopped off his right hand.”


    “Ah?!” Li Yalin eximed, his eyes wide. “You… you chopped off his right hand?”


    “Yes,” Charlie Wade replied, still smiling. “I don’t know him well enough to just give him a pill for free. Didn’t Sara have someone cut off his left hand? So, I let his left hand grow back, and then I took off his right hand. I want Sara to realize she can’t outdo me. If she’s not convinced, she can give Wu Shuhang another Reshaping Pill, and once his right hand grows back, I’ll just cut off his left hand again. Otherwise, everyone who sees Wu Shuhang will think she lost to me regarding his two hands. I just want to use Wu Shuhang’s regrown left hand to p Sara in the face.”


    Li Yalin rubbed his forehead, feeling a mix of emotions. “Mr. Wade, you really went to great lengths just to p Sara in the face…”


    He couldn’t help but add, “But this has to be the most extraordinary p in the face I’ve ever heard of. If this gets out in the Poqing Society, Sara’s reputation will take a huge hit. From that perspective, your pill is definitely worth it.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    …


    Ten minutester, Andre rushed back from the city center.


    He had finally managed to buy a non-functional prosthetic hand for Wu Shuhang. The prosthetic was made of silicone, designed to fit onto the wrist but was purely for show—it didn’t serve any practical purpose, much like an artificial eye.


    At that moment, Wu Shuhang was on the verge of fainting and felt extremely weak. Fortunately, after losing a significant amount of blood, the wound on his wrist had unexpectedly stopped bleeding, bringing him a slight relief.


    Just as he sensed that the pressure on his vocal cords was easing, he heard a knock on the door followed by Andre’s voice outside: “Grand Commander, your subordinates have returned.”


    Wu Shuhang yelled with all his might, “Commander-in-Chief Yuan, hurry! Save me!”


    Upon hearing the distressed call from inside, Andre was startled, his body tensing up. He kicked the door open and rushed in.


    The room was already drenched in blood. Grand Admiral Wu Shuhang was slumped on the floor, clutching his right wrist with his left hand, his face twisted in pain.


    Andre scanned the room but saw no signs of a struggle. Instead, he noticed Wu Shuhang holding his blood-soaked wrist. For a moment, he was at a loss and instinctively asked, “Grand Admiral, what’s happened? Didn’t the Great Elder treat your wrist?”<fn39aa> Checktest chapters at FιndNovel</fn39aa>


    Wu Shuhang snapped, “Open your eyes and see which hand this is!”


    Andre stood across from Wu Shuhang, facing his left hand toward his right, and replied, confused, “Isn’t this the left hand? Grand Admiral, what’s going on?”


    Wu Shuhang fumed, “Look closely! This is my right hand! My right hand! That mysterious guy came and cut it off!”


    “What… what is happening? Am I dreaming?!”


    Andre was taken aback. As he finally recognized Wu Shuhang’s left and right hands, a flood of questions inundated his mind. The most pressing was about the injury—before he left, Wu Shuhang had a broken left hand, yet now he imed his right hand was severed by a mysterious figure. How did that happen? Was he just imagining things?


    It was no surprise Andre felt bewildered. If anyone found themselves in such a situation, they would likely share the same sentiment—wondering if the world had gone mad, losing the ability to distinguish between dream and reality.


    Seeing Andre still in shock, Wu Shuhang shouted angrily, “Why are you just standing there? Help me up! I need to report to Lord Ying immediately!”