In the unfinished basement, Li Huowang patiently examined the fingers of the captives, attempting to find the person who had kidnapped him. However, after searching the entire group, he was surprised to find that nobody was missing any fingers. Every person's hands were intact.
How can this be possible? It shouldn't be. As Li Huowang furrowed his brow, pondering this question, Zhao Lei's recent words resurfaced in his mind.
Li Huowang shook his head and looked at the row of captives tied up on the ground. A glint of confusion flashed in his eyes as he noted their expressions, which weren't particularly fearful. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He hurriedly squatted down to check their fingers again, but this time he didn't just look; he pressed on each one.
This time, he made a new discovery. When Li Huowang felt two fingers that didn't have the texture of normal skin, he glanced at the man, reached out, and gently pulled, removing two prosthetics.
