The woman was forced to chew her fingers, her resentful gaze fixed on Xiao Cheng, but she could do nothing but writhe in impotent rage.

"...Let me go!" she mumbled incoherently, turning her body to the side with grief and humiliation. "I can only give you the money if I let me go!"

"What do you mean by 'give me money'? Beautiful lady, that's a rather biased way of putting it." Xiao Cheng corrected her seriously, "First of all, it's only right to pay for food. After all, there's no such thing as a free lunch, not even breakfast, dinner, or midnight snacks."

"Secondly..." She smiled and released her grip, taking a half step back and looking at the woman with a gentle expression as she took out her wallet from her pocket, "Beautiful lady, you paid voluntarily, right?"

The woman carefully pulled out two gold coins from inside and answered through gritted teeth, "Yes."

The bloodied fingertips clutched the gold coin, blood dripping down, but the nail tips remained sharp and long.

Taking advantage of Xiao Cheng's unguarded moment as she reached for the money, a sinister glint flashed in the woman's eyes. She swiftly stabbed her fingernails towards Xiao Cheng's eyes, leaving almost no room for maneuver.

"Go to hell!" the woman sneered.

"While it's true that the customer is king, even the real king shouldn't make such unreasonable demands."

Xiao Cheng tilted her head slightly, her sharp nails missing their mark and just barely grazing her hairline.

She loosely encircled the woman's thin, bony wrist with two fingers, then suddenly tightened her grip and, using the momentum, slammed it behind her.

A crisp cracking sound rang out, followed by the muffled thud of a wall being smashed through.

The woman's head was dented from the impact with the wall, and her hands were twisted in a particularly tragic way, with her ten fingernails deeply embedded in the wall, splattering a pile of white ash.

The wall was obviously not of good quality. Xiao Cheng thought for a moment, then picked up the woman who was convulsing violently again, aimed at the hole in the wall, and punched her a few more times.

Until they actually smashed a hole the size of an apple.

Across from the cave is Fang He's nail salon.

Xiao Cheng admired his masterpiece for a while with satisfaction, took out the woman's wallet and put it in his pocket, then gently shook her limp body.

"Beautiful lady, can you still breathe?"

There was no response.

But Xiao Cheng still noticed with particularly sharp eyes that the woman's right hand trembled slightly, and then she struggled to give herself a very subtle middle finger gesture.

Xiao Cheng: "..." That's not very polite.

However, considering that the woman had paid for the renovation and actively cooperated with the store renovation, Xiao Cheng decided to be magnanimous and forgive her, and let her experience the new version of the package services.

She pulled up the ghost's arm, gestured to show how thick it was, and then forcefully shoved both hands into the hole in the wall.

"Fang He! Fang He!" she knocked excitedly on the wall. "Business is here! Open the door and have good fortune!"

Fang He looked at the pair of claws that had passed through the wall and were now right in front of him, almost completely unformed, and his hand holding the nail clippers trembled slightly.

Normally, business mergers aren't done this way, nor are bundled sales bundled in this way.

But none of that matters now, after all...

After all, this would be a service with zero negative reviews.

He switched to a more suitable short knife, pointed the blade at the two bloody lumps, swung it back and forth a couple of times, and then with a swift and clean motion, chopped off half of a finger.

The woman was awakened by the pain, screaming and yelling, her fingers twisted into unbelievable angles, every cell in her body screaming out what it meant to be in excruciating pain.

"Bear with it, bear with it." Fang He heard Xiao Cheng's gentle and soothing voice from the other end of the line. "After all, beauty always comes at a price."

But such a price is clearly too heavy for a woman's life to bear.

She didn't even last until Fang He's second incision before she was cleanly and decisively killed.

Fang He looked at the hands that had instantly turned black, like charcoal, remained silent for a moment, and then calmly put down the short knife in his hand.

He turned his head as if sensing something and looked towards the shop entrance, where he saw a frail-looking girl standing there, timidly peering into the shop. After a long while, she finally mustered up her courage and asked, "Excuse me... excuse me, can I get my nails done here?"

Logically, it should be possible.

But it seems unlikely now.

Fang He looked down at the half-finger on the ground, silently kicked it towards the table leg, and was about to answer when the girl suddenly pointed at the black claw on the wall and screamed in terror.

"Ah—!!! What! What is that?!"

Fang He pondered for a moment, then replied with great certainty, "It's a hand mold."

girl:"……"

“It really is, and it’s the kind that can be automatically replaced.” Fang He said, tapping on the wall as he imitated Xiao Cheng.

Xiao Cheng heard everything clearly from next door and knew that this was the time to test her and Fang He's tacit understanding. She decisively grabbed the woman's arm and pulled her back forcefully.

It couldn't be moved.

Those two hands were firmly stuck there, appearing particularly unbreakable.

Things were slightly unexpected, but not a big problem. Fang He continued with a smile, "Of course, it's still being debugged. Occasionally, some minor problems will occur, and then manual assistance will be sufficient."

As he spoke, he raised his short knife and, without even lifting his eyelids, severed both hands at the wrists with a single stroke.

With lightning speed, Xiao Cheng flung the woman's corpse aside, passed his right hand through the hole, and even made a heart shape with his hands for Fang He in a particularly humane gesture.

"Hand model." Fang He said expressionlessly, hooking her palm. "So, miss, want to get your nails done? Or how about we grab a bite to eat next door first?"

The girl: "..." I'm afraid he has some serious illness.

But she still maintained her shy demeanor: "I don't need a meal, I just need a simple manicure. You must have a pretty complete selection of accessories here, right? Even if I want some rarer but meaningful accessories, you can probably provide that, right?"

“I cannot agree with that,” Fang He retorted seriously. “What do you mean that you don’t need to eat? People need food to live. Although you may only look like a human being, eating is still an essential behavior.”

The young woman's polite smile was starting to falter: "Could you please do my nails? It's very simple, money is no object, and it won't cause you much trouble."

"I'm not the kind of person who's greedy for money. I'm mainly thinking about your health," Fang He said earnestly. "You can put the manicure and stuff aside for now..."

"I said! I fucking want to get my nails done—!!!" The girl suddenly screamed hysterically, and her hair started to grow wildly, not just her scalp, but also sprouting from her neck and back, intertwining like a steel net, rushing towards Fang He.