At six in the evening, the sky gradually darkened.
In the ward of Tokyo University Hospital, Hatoyama Yuchi, who had just undergone a limb reattachment surgery, had woken up. The little moustache on his face was filled with sorrow, absent was his usual arrogant demeanor.
He lay on the hospital bed, with thick bandages wrapped around the wrists of both hands, and was hooked up to various devices. Every slight breath tugged at his nerves.
The ward door was pushed open, and Hatoyama Kiichi walked in with a somber expression.
Upon hearing the commotion, Hatoyama Yuchi struggled to turn his head and, seeing who it was, his eyes instantly ignited with anger: "That... that Huaxia person..."
Hatoyama Kiichi waved his hand, interrupting his unfinished sentence.
"Rest assured, the person has already been captured."
Hearing this, Hatoyama Yuchi managed a sinister smile: "I want him... to taste the feeling of losing a hand too! No, it must be ten times worse than me!"
