Chapter 33: The Quail Who Can't Afford a Prosthetic

Put him down, I'll handle it.

Next time you come to me for a prosthetic, I won't charge you.

The little thug with the rooster-comb hairstyle glanced at Zhang Jie, then suddenly started speaking in a sarcastic, mocking tone.

Hey, isn't this our great benefactor Doctor Jie? What's up? Got time to meddle?

And besides, who do you think you are? Still want me to give you face?

The person he was dragging turned his head mechanically, looking at Zhang Jie, eyes full of longing for life.

Save me... please...

That person didn't even glance at Zhang Jie, dragging that figure toward the trash can.

Zhang Jie frowned, guessing this guy wasn't following the boss of Hei Quan Chang; he was probably under some other boss.

Some of the fighters raised by small bosses in Hei Quan Chang would also bribe opponents to throw matches.

As for why this person dislikes Zhang Jie, it's likely because Zhang Jie once cured their opponents—after all, Zhang Jie's medical skills are superb, and the prosthetics he prepares here can be used in battle the next day.

I said, put him down, I'll handle it.

Thug:?

Damn, are you giving me face? Who are you with?

You worthless scum without a prosthetic dare to provoke your grandpa? Are you tired of living?

The thug's temper was like a gasoline barrel—explosive at the slightest provocation; he dropped the person he was dragging and walked toward Zhang Jie, throwing a punch at his face.

Zhang Jie glanced and instantly knew the model of the prosthetic loaded on the opponent's arm.

'Weilong Technology's 19-year P103 basic-function prosthetic, punching force 220–250 kilograms'

The little thug's charge, fist raised, was full of openings; Zhang Jie moved instantly, grabbing his fist and twisting his arm sharply to the side.

Crack!

Aooo!!!

The rooster-comb thug's scream rang out instantly, his body continually leaning away from where Zhang Jie was exerting force, trying to ease the pain.

You damn... hiss!

You don't have a prosthetic! How is that possible!

Ah! It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts!!!

Zhang Jie then kicked the thug's knee pit, sending him to his knees instantly, while Zhang Jie stepped on his calf, grabbed his fist, and twisted it sharply backward.

Crack!

Another crisp sound rang out as the thug's joint was pulled out of place, and a heart-rending scream followed.

Ahhhh!!!

Cheng Ge! Cheng Ge! What's wrong!!!

The thug behind him rushed over, seeing this scene he was scared witless, abandoned his comrade and tried to run.

Stop!

Zhang Jie released the rooster-comb thug's arm and threw the limp thug to the ground like a dead dog.

Take him away.

Yes... yes...

That person came over trembling, helped the rooster-comb thug up, while the thug's eyes looking at Zhang Jie were filled with fear.

Remember to come to me for a prosthetic; I won't charge you.

Better yet, call over your boss behind you so I can meet him—if he still wants to hang around this fight club.

Okay... okay...

The rooster-comb thug's grin looked worse than a cry; he really was asking for trouble, wishing he hadn't provoked this ruthless person.

The two slipped away oily-footed and fast; Zhang Jie snorted disdainfully, the rooster-comb thug's days won't be easy.

Nowadays, any injured fighter in the fight club is sent straight to him first; trying to pull any tricks is absolutely not easy.

The forces behind Hei Quan Guan are all powerful big companies; their bosses, if they have any sense, wouldn't dare pull any stunts—they'd just come over clumsily to apologize to Zhang Jie.

After sending the two thugs away, Zhang Jie came to the figure lying before the trash can, squatted down, and examined them.

They had passed out, the prosthetic on their body was smashed to pieces, and the areas without prosthetics were covered in wounds.

Hmm, still breathing.

Zhang Jie nodded, lifted them with one hand, and walked toward the fight club.

He pushed the door open, placed them on the prosthetic operating table, and only then got a clear look at their face: a head of dry, silver-white short hair, fair skin, but with extremely ugly makeup painted on.

One eye had been gouged out, the empty socket still sparking from short circuits; all four limbs were fitted with crude, hand-made iron prosthetics, their installation making even Zhang Jie, a prosthetic doctor, frown.

Whose damn prosthetic is this? Can it even be used?

Even Zhang Jie, who had studied at a big company, couldn't figure it out.

It's like a pile of shit code—you have no idea how this thing runs.

Sigh...

Zhang Jie shook his head; there was nothing to do, so first he'd remove her broken parts.

Thus, Master Zhang, who had just finished a busy day and was about to clock out, resumed his work.

Not long after, Weiniya slowly opened her eyes to see a busy, focused figure.

You awake?

At that moment, Zhang Jie had just finished repairing one of her arms, stood up, picked up a towel, and wiped the sweat from his palms.

Mm... mm...

Weiniya gave a weak hum, lifted her already-repaired hand to look at it, not daring to raise her head to look at Zhang Jie.

This... this is...!

Vinnya's eyes widened; the prosthetic she had installed on her hand turned out to be a high-end model from Chengtian Smart Control! Even the cheapest on the market costs 700,000.

She quickly looked up at Zhang Jie.

This prosthetic! Too...

Too expensive? Let's not discuss that now—I have my own supply channel.

Zhang Jie waved his hand, pulled out a scrapped steel prosthetic from the side, and asked with a fake smile.

Can't you tell me which lunatic gave you that prosthetic? I spent eight hours taking apart both your arms and legs.

Vinnya shrunk her head, afraid to meet Zhang Jie's gaze, and whispered.

I... I installed it myself...

Zhang Jie:?

Come on, sis, you really are something!

Zhang Jie gave her a thumbs-up, and Vinnya bowed her head like a quail.

Helpless, Zhang Jie sat down again, pulled out a prosthetic of the same model from his side, and continued installing it for Vinnya.

Can you... not install such an expensive prosthetic on me? I can't afford it.