"Can."
After saying that, Nekomata produced a pair of cat paws and looked at Shiraki's abdomen.
Even though he was wrapped in torn vest cloth, the outline of his abdominal muscles was still clearly visible. Those abdominal muscles, arranged like chocolate, were really stretched to the limit.
The cat looked up unconsciously. He had perfect pectoral muscles and angular muscles on his arms. He looked as perfect as the statue of Prometheus.
Coupled with this extremely handsome face, cold eyes, and capable short hair.
Her throat rolled and her saliva was about to flow out.
I feel dizzy.
Bai Mu: "Can you sew?"
The cat wobbled and said, "Yes...yes, meow~"
"Then you do it. It's not convenient for me to sew it myself."
"I~I'll do it?"
The cat watched Baimu untie the cloth wrapped around his body, and his face suddenly turned red like a monkey's butt. He stretched out the pads of his cat paws and pressed them on Baimu's body.
In an instant, the blood in his body rushed and he collapsed as if he had been electrocuted.
"Touch, touch, touch Bai Mu's abdominal muscles meow~"
Bai Mu was speechless when he saw her completely unable to move. The wound was still bleeding. He couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "Give me the claws, I can do it myself."
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Nekomata's furry paw, pulling her into his arms.
“Meow!!!!”
The cat was startled again, and its whole body seemed to be furry and stood on end. It was both surprised and happy!
But the next moment, a pair of big hands pressed on her back, "Don't be nervous, stretch out the claw of your index finger."
"Okay, meow."
It was the first time she observed Baimu so closely. She leaned in Baimu's arms and felt his faint body fragrance.
Even Bai Mu's breathing could be felt.
The cat was already having trouble breathing.
My head feels dizzy.
She was dazed, but Baimu was very skillful. He held Nekomata's fingers with one hand and hooked the flesh on the wound, then pulled out the thread on the cloth strip and inserted it into the wound along the suture.
He looked so calm, as if the body was not his, and showed no sign of pain at all.
Soon, a straight stitch appeared on his side.
He also let go of Nekomata.
Rewrap with the remaining strips of cloth.
After doing all this, he said, "So, what are you going to do with that guy?"
The cat was still dazed and lying on the ground unconscious.
"Nekomata? Nekomata?"
"Nekomiya Matana?"
Baimu shouted three times before Maoyou stood up dazedly, drooling from the corners of his mouth, and grinning foolishly without knowing what he was laughing at.
"Hehe, hehe~ meow~ hehe."
"In my arms, hehe, hold me in your arms, hehe."
Bai Mu patted her shoulder and said, "Wake up, it's over."
"Huh? Meow?"
The cat finally came out of the happy illusion that seemed like an infinite embrace of mackerel, and looked around with a slightly regretful look in his eyes.
Is this the end?
"Um, are your wounds stitched up? Do you want more stitches? I remember you have other wounds on your body, meow. I can stitch those up for you, too, meow!"
When the cat said this again, stars seemed to pop out of his eyes.
Bai Mu shook his head, "No, those wounds are no longer bleeding and do not need stitches."
He continued pointing at the gang leader who had fainted in the garbage dump, "What should we do with that guy?"
Mao followed the direction of Bai Mu's finger and was furious when he saw the gang leader. "He destroyed my home! I, I, I'm going to throw him into the river and make him doggy paddle five times!!"
“So angry!”
Bai Mu glanced at Mao Youma, "You are from the Red Fang Gang, right?"
Nekomata: "Yeah, I'm from the Red Fang Gang, meow. What's wrong, meow?"
"Shouldn't the Red Fang Gang have killed this man, sealed the body in cement, and thrown it into the river?"
Baimu is well aware of the Chiya Gang's usual style of doing things.
The cat felt terrified just by hearing it, and his face turned pale. "How horrible! How could you have such an idea?"
"It's not my idea, but the Red Fang Gang has always done this."
"Really?"
Nekomata was incredulous. "But, but Bai Lao told me that the Red Fang Gang would at most teach these people a lesson. How could they possibly kill people?"
Bai Mu said nothing, but stepped forward, picked up the gang leader, and slapped him twice, "If you're not dead, wake up."
"I, uh, boss, boss, spare my life."
"Let me ask you, how does the Red Fang Gang actually do things?"
"Boss, I don't know. I'm just responsible for killing people. I don't know how the higher-ups do things."
When the cat heard the words "murder", it was so frightened that the hair all over its body stood up.
“Is this true, meow!”
Bai Mu then asked, "How many people did you kill?"
"I, I don't know, sir. Do you remember how much bread you eat every morning?"
Nekomata's face was already frighteningly gloomy, "So, you've killed so many people you can't even count them, right, meow?"
"White man, you've been lying to me all along..."
After she finished speaking, she gritted her teeth and two lines of tears slid down her face and rolled all the way to the ground.
Tick-tick.
Bai Mu breathed a sigh of relief, threw the thug to the ground, pinched his spine with one hand, and pulled back. With a snap, the thug stopped breathing, his eyes wide open.
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