Chapter 3274

"Reattach his hand?"

Hearing Ye Chen's offhand remark, Li Yalin was stunned into silence.

He knew Ye Chen had this ability, could help Wu Shuhang regrow his severed hand, but the method he knew was akin to divine pills—Remolding Pills.

So he instinctively asked Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye... you... you plan to give Wu Shuhang a Remolding Pill?"

"Exactly!" Ye Chen nodded firmly, smiling: "Only the Remolding Pill has this power to regrow his severed hand."

Li Yalin couldn't help but ask: "Then... does regrowing a hand also require an exorbitantly expensive Remolding Pill?"

Ye Chen nodded, saying: "Even regrowing just a single finger requires an entire Remolding Pill; you can understand it as only a whole Remolding Pill can activate bodily regeneration—how much regrows falls within this pill's scope, like a buffet fee: eat more or less, same price."

Li Yalin instinctively exclaimed: "This is too wasteful... after all, he's Wu Feiyan's junior; giving him a pill won't let us keep it for ourselves, so why waste it?"

After speaking, he quickly added: "Mr. Ye, I mean no offense—I just feel using such an expensive pill on an enemy is truly regrettable."

Li Yalin had personally experienced this pill's miraculous effects; let alone regrowing a severed hand, even if his whole body were riddled with holes like his, it could still restore a complete, healthy body. If Ye Chen auctioned it, the price would likely far exceed that of the Spring Return Pill—using it on an enemy would indeed be a waste of heavenly bounty.

Yet Ye Chen smiled faintly and said: "Though this pill may be extremely valuable, its effects are indeed astonishingly extraordinary—unsuitable for sale under any circumstances. But I still have plenty on hand; normally it does little for me, so using one pill to let Wu Feiyan vent her frustration is still worthwhile."

Li Yalin, at a loss for words, sighed: "Ah... Mr. Ye... if we haven't guessed wrong, Wu Shuhang's left hand was surely chopped off by Wu Feiyan's order, and you're using a pill to reattach it—Wu Feiyan may not actually have any emotional reaction."

Continuing, Li Yalin added: "Moreover, Wu Shuhang—if you help him regrow his left hand, he won't dare hide it from Wu Feiyan; he'll surely tell her immediately. Wu Feiyan, if she fears he has divided loyalties, will likely replace him outright—so in the end, we might just let Wu Shuhang get off scot-free..."

Ye Chen laughed heartily: "Chief Li, rest assured—I'm not so easily taken advantage of. Friends and family are one thing, but enemies have zero chance. I've got this figured out—just relax."

Seeing Ye Chen's firm resolve, Li Yalin knew he had his own plan, so he said no more.

Since the Tiger Guard of Naples and the Yingqi Guard of Nigeria had openly arrived in Morocco, their whereabouts were no longer secret to Ye Chen, and finding them was no longer difficult.

At this moment, Wu Shuhang was in an office at Wu Mao Trading, discussing next steps with Yuan Chengze.

Wu Shuhang knew his trip to Morocco couldn't stay hidden from the enemy; if they truly intended to eliminate him, he and Yuan Chengze beside him, plus those Tiger Guards, might not be able to withstand them.

Still, Wu Shuhang dared not not come.

Originally, the Moroccan garrison being ambushed was already a major dereliction; Song Ruoyu's disappearance made it worse. Though the Ying Lord only ordered the three great elders to cut off his own left hand, Wu Shuhang also feared this was merely the Ying Lord's delaying tactic—should the Ying Lord's anger not subside, once past this hurdle, he'd eventually still have to deal with him.

By volunteering to go to the most dangerous place, he actually wanted to show his loyalty to the Ying Lord, at least to redeem his image somewhat.

Though this carried some risk, it was still far better than waiting to die in Nigeria; if he truly died at enemy hands, it would certainly be better than being executed by the Ying Lord—after all, dying at enemy hands means serving the Po Qing Hui and the Ying Lord loyally; the Ying Lord would naturally remind successors to care for his family, unlike his elder brother, who died and had his body buried in situ—his wife, children, and elders all placed under soft detention, indeed lifelong soft detention; even a few-year-old child would remain under soft detention until death. Wu Feiyan wouldn't order them killed, but she wouldn't let him marry or have children to leave descendants.

Yuan Chengze was now somewhat worried; he said to Wu Shuhang: "Grand Commander, we're holding our ground here—if the enemy comes knocking, the three great elders simply couldn't arrive in time; by then we'd likely be unable to resist."

Wu Shuhang unwilling to voice his true thoughts to Yuan Chengze, said with a firm expression: "Morocco is my direct responsibility; if I don't fully make amends, what face do I have to face the Ying Lord?"

Yuan Chengze said: "I too wish to serve the Ying Lord loyally, but I fear useless sacrifice—if the Grand Commander himself acts as bait, and the three great elders could secretly come to ambush and wait, that would be the best solution."

Wu Shuhang shook his head: "You don't understand the significance of the three great elders—once they encounter any problem, facing such enemies later would force the Ying Lord herself to personally intervene. So for the Ying Lord, unless absolutely unavoidable, the three great elders must not risk themselves. The enemy is clearly more cunning and stronger than imagined; if the three great elders sneak in, who ambushes whom remains uncertain."

Yuan Chengze nodded: "Then I'll secretly station more Tiger Guards, doing my utmost to ensure your safety, Grand Commander!"

Wu Shuhang gave a bitter laugh: "Thank you for your trouble, Colonel Yuan."

Yuan Chengze said respectfully: "All are my duty as a junior officer."

Wu Shuhang sighed: "Colonel Yuan, go attend to your duties; let me rest a moment."

"Very well." Yuan Chengze said: "Grand Commander, if you have orders, just issue them; if nothing, I won't bother you."

Seeing Yuan Chengze turn and leave, Wu Shuhang hesitated a moment, then still called him back, saying: "Colonel Yuan, please help me with a favor."

Yuan Chengze immediately said respectfully: "Grand Commander, please command."

Wu Shuhang said: "Go to Casablanca's urban district once, see if you can buy a prosthetic limb, bring one back—my left sleeve is empty, feels awkward."

"No problem." Yuan Chengze immediately said: "I'll go check now; it's still a while until dark, should be safe—Grand Commander, don't go out."

"Very well." Wu Shuhang nodded; after Yuan Chengze left, he instinctively rolled up his left sleeve—the clean wound exposed from the sleeve, like a medical specimen's cross-section, made him instinctively retch dryly.

He couldn't help muttering: "I don't know if in this life I'll ever have a chance to regrow my left hand..."