"No!"
Lennon Cook hurriedly took his hand away from his face, looking at his palm in horror.
The color of the skin was turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, the muscles began to detach from the body, falling to the ground.
Turning into a pool of blood.
In the blink of an eye.
Only stark white bones remained in Lennon Cook's right hand.
But strangely, it didn't hurt much!
He was stunned.
He just stared straight at the exposed white bone.
His expression was vacant.
Clang!
Julius Reed picked up a banana from the fruit platter and knocked it against his hand bones.
Crash!
Bones scattered on the ground everywhere.
But Lennon Cook couldn't feel any pain.
Because his arm had lost all sensation.
It was just numb...
He stared at the pile of bones on the ground as if they belonged to someone else.
But more than that—
He was scared stiff.
"Brother, your face..."