The rotating chainsaw blade dug into Bynum's arm, sending minced flesh flying everywhere, but it couldn't cut any further; his flesh was like fermenting dough, and large chunks of nauseating flesh quickly regrew, wrapping around the saw blade and slowing its movement.
Tang Zheng crushed Bynum's wrist, but before he could let go, it was as though he'd plunged his hand into jelly. Flesh spread and engulfed his palm, climbing up his arm, while Bynum's body fat also stretched out and wrapped around Tang Zheng.
The strong stickiness and pulling force made Tang Zheng's retreat seem futile.
"I'm going to eat you, make you my dinner!" Bynum roared as his burst belly suddenly became a huge gory mouth, full of wriggling, teat-like teeth that snapped at Tang Zheng's skull.
"Mr. Tang!" Aihara Chiharu worried about Tang Zheng's safety, raised her rifle and shot, hoping to save him.
