We Should Prepare For The Main Dish

"AHHH!!!!"

"My hand!! My hand!!!"

Yi Guo screamed in agony as the searing pain shot through. 

Blood gushed out of his missing a hand staining the floor crimson. 

Panic overwhelmed him as he realized the severity of his injury.

How did it happen so quickly? 

Yi Guo's mind raced, trying to piece together the events leading up to this moment. 

In just a matter of breath, he lost his right arm. 

The pain was unbearable.

"Fuck!" The man in the suit was breathed in cold sweat, his eyes wide with disbelief. 

He quickly started retreating further away from Yi Guo, his hands trembling uncontrollably. 

The only one that didn't seem bothered was the little girl; she clearly was scared but managed to stay calm. 

And there was also the head butler; he didn't show much emotion either. He stood stoically, observing the chaos unfolding before him.