Chimera rampaged between the buildings like a mad beast, and the unfinished structures were shaky, as if they could collapse at any moment.
Hu Sandao looked at Little Fatty with a face full of sorrow, wanting to say a few comforting words, but when he saw Little Fatty's palms, he couldn't help but gasp.
Both of Little Fatty's palms had their bones exposed, the skin entirely corroded away, leaving only some muscle tissues and tendons barely connected. From his professional perspective as a surgeon, these hands were so damaged that amputation was the only way to save his life under normal circumstances.
"Your hands..."
Hu Sandao hesitated, wondering whether to tell Little Fatty this cruel truth.
But Little Fatty, seemingly oblivious to his injury, was wandering around Su Xiaosu's 1.99-meter-tall stone statue, patting here, knocking there, and poking, apparently thinking of all sorts of methods to rescue Su Xiaosu from her petrified state.
"Offer condolences."