"Where are you planning to go?" the youth frowned, "I'm telling you, you can't escape this time. The trouble you've stirred up is too big to handle now."
"I'm not running. I just want to fulfill an unfinished dream while I still have the chance."
"What dream?"
…
"No! Chen Yu! At least give me some anesthesia!"
"No need."
"Hey! Ouch— it hurts! Put some anesthesia! Anesthesia!"
"Don't move."
Twenty minutes later.
In a spacious and bright operating room in the Supernatural Alliance Hospital.
The armored strongman had removed his armor and was lying on the operating table, completely vulnerable.
"Snap."
In front of the operating table, Chen Yu put on the last surgical glove and picked up the scalpel to begin the attachment surgery on the strongman, "Stop fussing. You're a high-level Transcendent, no anesthesia is effective on you."
"Even if it's ineffective, it could still reduce some of the pain, you... Ah! Pain, pain, pain, pain!"
