Mr. Zhu endured the pain and spoke with difficulty.
"Didn't the system tell you? You can't kill me."
The system had indeed said something similar to Hua Manman, but she had no time to dwell on the reason right now.
She tightened her grip on the dagger and pressed the blade down hard.
She was going to separate Mr. Zhu's head from his neck.
She believed that no matter how powerful Mr. Zhu's healing ability was, he couldn't possibly reattach a severed head.
In the short time that had just passed, Mr. Zhu's right thumb had already regenerated.
He raised his hand to grab Hua Manman's arm, attempting to snatch the dagger from her hand.
Hua Manman went with the motion, raising the dagger slightly before whipping it around one hundred and eighty degrees. Faster than lightning, the sharp blade slashed toward Mr. Zhu's fingers.
Caught off guard, Mr. Zhu's thumb and index finger were sliced clean off.
The digits fell to the ground, but no blood flowed out.
