"Puppet?" The Divine Dragon Gang Leader slightly startled and suddenly reached out to grab the young girl he was holding.
Her right palm was pinched and pulled by him.
His palm's skin and muscles rapidly deformed and swelled, transforming into a grotesque beast's claw in that moment.
And in front of that dragon claw, the tough, impenetrable girl became like tofu—her entire right hand was ruthlessly torn apart.
Looking at the internal material of the hand and the non-human texture at the joints, the Divine Dragon Gang Leader nodded thoughtfully,
"Now I see."
He then shook the puppet's head he was holding slightly. The Red Thunder Divine Dragon Gang Qi instantly spread over the puppet's body.
Like planting rice, he straight drove the puppet's body into the cement ground beneath his feet.
Under the infusion of Gang Qi, the hard cement turned as soft as delicate tofu, and the puppet was deeply embedded in it within a blink of an eye.
