「Three days later.」
Through the maneuvering of the Blood Mark Gang's Litigation Master, and after paying a hefty temporary release fee, Zhuo Bao was let out of the Patrol Bureau.
Due to the Patrol Bureau's intentional delays, his arm had missed the optimal window for reattachment. On top of that, even though he was injured, he had been thoroughly worked over through various overt and covert means while in custody. As a result, he looked exceptionally listless.
Once he was in the car that had come for him, an old man in the back seat looked at his silence, then glanced at his bandaged, severed hand. "If the hand can't be reattached, so be it," the old man advised. "We'll get you an Implant. I guarantee it'll work even better than your old one, and it won't affect your combat effectiveness."
