"Ah..." Ma Jingxuan's wretched cries echoed all around.
Hao Jian, however, just tossed the dagger to the ground and then turned away, not looking back. Ma Jingxuan clutched his hand, writhing in pain on the ground. At this moment, he'd forgotten everything; the agony had torn through every nerve cell, leaving him unable to utter a single word.
No one knew how much time passed before he finally regained consciousness from the endless torment. With his uninjured hand, he painfully pulled out his phone and dialed a number. Not long after, someone came to pick him up. When the person saw his three missing fingers lying on the ground, their face turned expressionless with shock, turning pale, and they hurriedly helped him into the car. Pressing down on the gas pedal, they sped down the mountain, rushing towards the hospital.
