As for knives, basically no knife is clean; only kitchen knives are relatively clean.

Together with Zhang Zhihao, we placed the unconscious Fan Bin on the table and immediately tied his right arm with a rubber band to stop the bleeding.

Fei Lichao is still preparing. While I was preparing, I asked Zhang Zhihao next to me, "Zhang Zhihao, tell me, was the explosion behind the school caused by you guys?"

Zhang Zhihao said, "Yes, it's us."

I looked at him. "What happened?"

Zhang Zhihao said, "We got into a fight with a group of people in a supermarket, and then we fought our way from the supermarket to here. But something went wrong when we were throwing grenades, which is why we ended up like this."

I asked nervously, "Where are those people? Did they run away?"

Zhang Zhihao shook his head: "No, we killed them all."

Upon hearing this, I stared at Zhang Zhihao's murderous eyes and felt a chill run down my spine.

Ten minutes later, Fei Lichao came into the room with two scorching hot knives and said, "Alright, alright, both knives are fucking hot!"

I put on gloves, took the wooden handle of the knife, and without thinking, aimed at the marked arm and chopped down.

In an instant, the knife pierced the flesh and broke the bone! However, the arm was not completely severed; the lower half remained attached.

I struck again, severing Fan Bin's rotting arm completely.

Then he threw away the knife, picked up another one, and placed it directly over the cut.

Sizzle!

The sound was very soft, since the knife wasn't as hot as I had imagined, but it was enough to burn his blood vessels.

After a long while, I moved the knife away to check the situation. The burns were in good condition and there was no more bleeding.

(End of this chapter)