The man in the white tank top had a disgusting desire in his eyes.

"You're so eager to help that woman find her things, do you like her?"

Indra raised his eyes and glanced at the man, who was so frightened that he took two steps back, cold sweat breaking out on his back, as if he were being stared at by the Grim Reaper.

Indra coldly said, "Since you can't control your own hands, I'll keep them safe for you."

Before the four could react to what Indra meant, their hands were separated from their wrists and fell to the ground.

His figure was like a ghost, as fast as a cheetah, flashing past in an instant.

The alleyway echoed with screams of agony.

The eight hands that fell to the ground still twitched involuntarily a couple of times before finally becoming lifeless and motionless.

The four men collapsed to the ground, their arms half-drawn in, their bodies convulsing violently.

Indra rubbed his ears, annoyed.

He said slowly, "Shut up, I don't think you want your tongues anymore."

The moment the words were spoken, there was not a sound in the air.

The four men bit their lower lips so hard they bled, but dared not make a sound. The man in front of them was a madman; he really would cut out their tongues.

Di Shi took two steps forward, placing one foot on the man in the white tank top, and said with a half-smile, "Now can you tell me where you put your passports?"

The man was sweating profusely from the pain. He was just a small-time thug who only dared to bully honest people and never dared to provoke any big shots.

If he had known that the woman named Chen Baobao was this old man's woman, he definitely wouldn't have dared to steal her things.

The man trembled and cried, "I took the money and threw her bag in the trash can. It's been two days, and I can't find it anywhere. Brother, spare me, spare me! If I had known that...that she was your woman, I wouldn't have dared to steal her things even if you gave me ten lives...ah..."

Indra pressed harder on the man's leg, and the man screamed in agony, repeatedly pleading, "Spare me, brother, spare me..."

Indra removed his foot and said with a smile, "If it's not there, it's not there. We're all civilized people; we can't resort to violence."

The four men with severed hands: "..." Who the hell told them to have their hands cut off?

With his hands in his pockets, Indra slowly walked out of the alley. The four men, covered in cold sweat, sighed with relief, thankful they had at least escaped with their lives.

As they approached the alley entrance, Indra paused and continued walking out.

The cleaning lady was diligently cleaning up the trash in the alley when she suddenly screamed loudly as soon as she entered the alley.

"Someone's dead...someone's dead...someone's dead..." he shouted as he ran.

The four people in the alley had their carotid arteries severed and their hands cut off. The police came after receiving the news and investigated for a month, but had no clue about the murderer, and the case ended without a trace.

When Di Shi returned to the hospital, Chen Baobao was still unconscious.

He sat by the hospital bed, raised his hand to touch Chen Baobao's face, but only halfway before pulling it back. Chen Baobao grabbed Di Shi's hand with both of hers and placed it on her face.

He laughed and said, "Touch me if you want, it's not like I won't let you."

Di Shi didn't struggle and let Chen Baobao hold his hand, explaining, "I want to touch your forehead to feel your body temperature and see if your fever has gone down."

Chen Baobao looked incredulous and pouted.

"Whatever you say goes."

Indra: "..."

Chen Baobao stayed in the hospital for five days, and Di Shi stayed with her for those five days.

After being discharged from the hospital, on her way back to the hotel, she said, "If you could treat me like this every day, I would rather stay in the hospital forever."