Jiang Bo'Er was smashed out of the drainage pipe by Beifa's punch and then forcibly dragged out of the narrow pipe.
The metal pipe crumpled like fragile tissue paper under the iron fists of the alchemical maid, with remnants of Jiang Bo'Er's torn clothing hanging on the twisted edges of the pipe.
Even when Beifa's cold hand clamped around his neck, the frail youth still clung tightly to the rusted metal container.
His knuckles turned white from excessive force, and his nails dug deeply into his palms, drawing blood.
As Beifa seized the container, she could even hear the brittle snap of his finger bones breaking. Yet, the boy never let go—Beifa had to cruelly pry his clenched fingers, one by one.
For Beifa, compassion was a non-existent data parameter.
Though her precise differential core could compute complex logic, it was merely the mechanical reasoning given to her by Perfikot to facilitate executing orders.
