Inch by inch, piece by piece.
Liu Zheng meticulously peeled off the charred orc's burnt skin, almost entirely intact.
The hunter with the blunderbuss clenched his teeth watching this scene, his hand holding the gun trembling continuously.
A hunter who hunted the Beast, after becoming a Beast themselves, would be treated the same by others—such was the hunter's fate and sorrow.
"Can we start the treatment now?"
His voice was hoarse as he asked.
"Yes, we can."
Liu Zheng packed the burnt skin into a portable cryo-storage unit, then, under the astonished gaze of the blunderbuss hunter, he sliced open his own tentacles.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
"Lao Dou, pry its mouth open," he ordered.
The helmet man faithfully executed the command, forcibly prying open the charred orc's mouth.
Feeling the scent of the alien blood, the unconscious charred orc trembled slightly, as if it would wake up again.
