Zhou Wen watched helplessly as Li Mobai dug out his eyes and held the crystalline snow-white eyeballs in his palm. His hand was covered in blood, and there were only bloody holes in his eye sockets.
However, Li Mobai's expression was as calm as ever. It was as though what he had dug out wasn't his eyes, but something unimportant.
"I haven't agreed to it, right? Can your eyes be restored?" Zhou Wen said in surprise.
"No, they can't," Li Mobai said indifferently. "You will go not because of the eyes in my hand, but because you were going anyway."
"Is it worth it?" Zhou Wen fell silent for a moment before asking Li Mobai.
Li Mobai was right. He had originally wanted to go, but he hadn't gone because he couldn't find the Calamity gunner.
