Old Du looked at the sickle on the ground and attached it to the malformed body of the severed hand. The end of the sickle had long, thin tentacles which burrowed into the flesh and blood of the wounded deformities, binding the two together.
Having confiscated the banned weapon, of course he'd install it first. No point wasting it, right?
Li Huazhao was completely composed about the whole business. The mute students present had no objections, only quietly stowing away their physical modifications, either by hiding them behind their bodies or by pressing them under their bodies.
Heh, they were attributing malice to others based on their suspicious minds.
Witnessing all this, Li Huazhao just slighted rolled his eyes, but since no one lodged a complaint, he generously chose to ignore them.
