"You... how is this possible?"
'Father' staggered and climbed up from the ground.
Looking at the black and gold prosthetic on Chen Chou's arm, 'Father's' head tilted completely, with fragments occasionally falling from the incomplete skull.
"Gorilla arm? What a tasteless barbarian."
Chen Chou remained silent, his hand trembling faintly.
The previous strike had almost drained his power, and he was certain he had shattered the core of this guy, yet even so, he couldn't kill him.
After a brief delay, 'Father' charged towards Chen Chou.
A bullet suddenly fired, the golden streak piercing 'Father's' head.
Chen Chou stared at 'Father' collapsing, then looked at Xu Xiaoyou emerging from a distance, her face covered with blood and dust.
"Commander, sir."
The familiar figure made Chen Chou sigh in relief, but the girl's next words tightened his nerves again.
"Don't move."
Chen Chou noticed a blade pointed at his throat, though he didn't know when it had happened.
