The entire process of cutting was not easy, after all, the limbs have perception. Although Anna could endure the pain of skinning and bone cutting, it didn't mean she enjoyed it.
When the cutting was done, Anna's forehead was filled with sweat, and the table was completely soaked with blood.
The clown came in front of Anna and made an apologetic gesture with his entire body.
Picking up the cup on the table and taking a sip, Anna shook her head and said, "I don't blame you. Think about it, the ability of limb regeneration, you probably can't have it. This arm is just a temporary fix."
"I didn't call you over to talk about this. I want to discuss the matter between us."
The clown adjusted his suit and quietly adopted a listening posture.
"Some things, even if I don't say, you know. Under IMF's containment before, what kind of life did we live? I believe you definitely don't like that kind of life."
