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Yan Zhengfeng was extremely fast; I couldn't keep up with him at all.

He said he was going to find Zhang Zhihao. What's he planning to do? Is he going to do something impulsive again? That bastard, can't he think before he acts? What if he does something outrageous again?

Yan Zhengfeng quickly went downstairs and arrived at the door of Zhang Zhihao's dormitory.

He pushed open the door and came in; I arrived late.

Pu Weichao was talking to Zhang Zhihao at the time. When he saw us come in, he asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

I was running in such a hurry that I had no idea why Yan Zhengfeng was coming over.

I couldn't stop him either.

He walked into the dormitory and came to Zhang Zhihao.

Zhang Zhihao frowned and stared at him with disgust in his eyes, as if he really didn't want to see him.

Pu Weichao came over and pulled me aside, asking, "What exactly did you tell him? Didn't we agree not to meet? Why did he come over again?"

I said, "How should I know? He ran over before I even had a chance to speak!"

Yan Zhengfeng spoke at this moment, interrupting our conversation.

"It was my fault regarding your classmate's matter, and I apologize for it. However, it's all in the past, and I can't undo it. So, I will apologize to you."

As he spoke, Yan Zhengfeng pulled a dagger from his waist. Before we could react, we saw him weave the blade between his little finger and ring finger and then suddenly exert force.

There was no sound!

His left little finger fell off his hand, rolled twice on the ground before stopping, and blood flowed from the wound, making it look gruesome.

His face looked pale; clearly, the pain he had just experienced was unbearable.

“Yan…” I was speechless. Seeing this scene, I was truly shocked, and my mind went blank.

Yan Zhengfeng's face returned to normal after a moment of pain. He didn't rush to treat his wound and said to Zhang Zhihao, "I know this is nothing compared to Xiaomuzhi and your classmate's life, but this is all I can do for now. Don't worry, I won't bother you in the future. I hope you won't have any complaints about Lu Xiaonan. I did this."

Li Qiming stared at the finger and blood on the ground and sighed.

"I'll go get the gauze, Yan Zhengfeng, come with me," I said, pulling Yan Zhengfeng along.

His wound was bleeding profusely and needed to be treated quickly.

Zhang Zhihao stared at the fingers on the ground, stunned and at a loss for what to do. He didn't even know that Yan Zhengfeng had been dragged away by me.

Pu Weichao picked up the severed finger from the ground and followed in my footsteps.

Many people in the corridor saw the wound on Yan Zhengfeng's finger, but they had no idea what had happened.

I pulled Yan Zhengfeng into my dormitory room, opened the closet, and took out gauze and other things we might need.

I first stopped the bleeding, and then disinfected the area. It was very painful during the disinfection process, which I could tell from his facial expression, but he didn't utter a single sound.

Pu Weichao arrived late, carrying the severed finger.

I saw him holding up his finger and asked, "What are you doing holding up your finger?"

Yan Zhengfeng glanced at it, but didn't say anything; his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Pu Weichao thought for a moment and asked a very unrealistic question: "Can it be connected?"

"..."

I said, "Even with a microscope before, I couldn't do it, let alone now. I can't reconnect it."

Yan Zhengfeng said, "Throw it away."

Pu Weichao hesitated for a moment, then finally put his finger aside and said, "Then you can throw it away yourself. After all, it's something you own."

His words sent chills down my spine.

It took me half an hour to treat his severed finger wound. His wound was smaller than Li Qiming's severed arm wound, making it easier to treat.

I wrapped a roll of gauze around his hand and said, "I don't have any anesthetic right now, so just bear with it. If you can't take it, take a painkiller."

"It's just a minor injury, it's nothing, thank you."

After Yan Zhengfeng finished speaking, he took the severed finger he had taken and left my room as if nothing had happened.

I tidied up the room and saw the blood on the floor, which made me feel uneasy.

What the hell is this?!

Three hours have passed since the incident occurred this morning.

I sat on the bed, my brain a little foggy.

Logically speaking, this matter should be completely over. Yan Zhengfeng paid the price with his own methods, and Zhang Zhihao, a freshman, must have been terrified when he saw this scene. But why do I still feel uneasy?

A short while later, Pu Weichao came to my room again.

"Where is Yan Zhengfeng?" he asked.

"I'm leaving," I said.

"So fast? His hand is alright?"

I scratched my head and said, "Everything's been taken care of, there should be no problem. How's Zhang Zhihao's reaction?"

Pu Weichao raised an eyebrow: "What other reaction can there be? That's it. That kid was pretty scared by Yan Zhengfeng's move, so I guess he won't be in any trouble after that. But with Yan Zhengfeng like this, aren't we missing a key player?"

I said, "It's just a missing finger, not an arm. It'll be fine in about two weeks."

Pu Weichao smiled wryly: "Alright, I don't understand anyway. This matter is over, let's just discard the plan I came up with before, it was useless anyway. By the way, we're almost out of food in two days, let's discuss it later, shall we go out and find some food?"

I shook my head and said, "Let's skip it today and talk about it tomorrow. Everyone probably needs time to process what happened with Yan Zhengfeng, so let's not go today."

Pu Weichao thought about it and agreed with my point of view.

He took out an unopened pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened it, knocked out two cigarettes, and handed them to me.

Light it up, and it puffs out clouds of smoke.

He said, "What happened today was an accident. Don't take it to heart. Now that it's been resolved, you don't need to think about it anymore, okay?"

I said, "I understand."

Pu Weichao flicked the cigarette in his hand and said, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. There's something I want to talk to you about, and we can also set some rules."

"What is it?"

"Since we're going to find supplies tomorrow, we might run into strangers. Didn't you and Sister Jing run into one last time you came back?"

"Hmm." I nodded, not understanding what he wanted to say.

Pu Weichao said, "If we encounter another stranger tomorrow, we should first find out what his situation is, and then see how he reacts. If he is really alone, we can bring him back together. If he is not alone but tries to join us, we should test him. If it doesn't work, we can just get rid of him."

"What if we bring it back?" I asked.

"If we bring him back, we'll definitely have to quarantine him for a while to see how he is. If there are no problems, we'll let him join us. If there are problems, we'll get rid of him without hesitation. If the problems are serious, we'll kill him."

(End of this chapter)