Wang Jingmin's gloves, though they hadn't protected his fingers from being severed, possessed an inexplicable power that shielded the flesh within the fingers from being drained of blood.
With the means of modern medicine, as long as the fingers were intact, rushing them to a hospital meant they could still be reattached.
Therefore, Wang Jingmin hurriedly bent down and picked up his two severed fingers.
As for Wang Jingmin's several bodyguards, they were not so lucky and could only watch helplessly as their fingers were drained until they were withered.
The bodyguards all covered their hands in pain, blood flowing from their wounds.
After picking up his fingers, Wang Jingmin looked at the two daggers on the ground with a shocked and resentful expression, unwilling to give up even though his fingers had been sliced off.
The surrounding area was silent, as no one knew what to say.
