Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

Having just left the hall and still walking in the lengthy stairway area, Jin completely disregarded his gentlemanly image and directly fumbled with Yi Chen's belt.


She was eager to see the weapon that was mysteriously made by the Founder of the organization.


the moment Jin's fingertips touched the waistband holster, a bizarre suction and tearing force was instantly exerted,


Part of her fingertips' blood and flesh were actually drawn out and sent directly to the internal factory of the firearm to be used as raw material for producing bullets.


"What!? Compulsory physical stripping, using my flesh for bullets?"


Jin herself was born a "Body Weapon Master" and later became part of Cancer Palace and was granted the "Swelling Record," advancing to a new level of physical control. Yet now, her own flesh was being drawn out by a non-lethal weapon, something she absolutely could not accept.


Chapter 392 Departure