Chapter 15

Qi Xia's expression was somewhat troubled. Just now, he had already tried it out, and the barbs on this fish spear were extremely intricate, making it almost impossible to remove from the body.

Looking at the gushing blood, Qi Xia felt a moment of daze.

Are they really dead?

Can dead people still be injured?

Qi Xia steadied his mind. Now was not the time to think about this; he needed to cut the ropes immediately.

At this moment, all the fish spears were slowly retracting. How could he use the other fish spears to cut his ropes?

The only certainty was that when all the ropes were pulled back into the wall, the fish spears would disappear, and Han Yimo would die.

"I need to find a way to get a fish spear... but how?" Qi Xia frowned slightly and quickly looked around.

He could only take one more gamble.

He picked up two fish spears that were slowly retracting, then quickly tied their ropes together with a secure knot.

"Hey! Stop surrounding Han Yimo," Qi Xia said. "Do it like me! We need to keep at least one fish spear."

Lin Qi instantly understood his meaning and found two fish spears, tying them together neatly and efficiently.

But the knot she made was strange, one Qi Xia had never seen before.

At this moment, he had no time to think about it and could only focus on the two fish spears in front of him.

As the ropes continued to contract, the two ropes were now tightly pulled together.

At this rate, it wouldn't be long before one of the ropes broke, leaving the other behind.

Qi Xia slowly stepped back. The two ropes were now making a terrifying sound. If his guess was correct, the rope that broke under such immense tension could injure someone.

Sure enough, the next second, one of the ropes snapped with a loud sound.

The other rope, along with the fish spear, wildly thrashed in the air a few times before slamming into the ground, leaving a deep mark.

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Qi Xia ran forward, trying to untie the broken rope before the fish spear retracted into the wall.

But he found that the two ropes he had tied together had completely deformed due to the immense tension. It was impossible to untie them, and even the shape of the ropes was unrecognizable.

"I'm done!" Lin Qi shouted from a distance. "Who's strong? Quickly help cut the author's ropes."

"Done?"

Qi Xia turned around and saw that the knot Lin Qi had made was very clever, automatically separating when the rope broke.

Officer Li, who hadn't even finished tying his initial knot, quickly put down the fish spear and said, "I'll do it, give it to me!"

After taking the fish spear, Officer Li took quick steps and reached behind Han Yimo just as he was about to be pulled to the wall.

Fortunately, the fish spear, though pointed, had a small blade at the tip, sufficient to be used as a knife.

Qiao Jiajin also came to help. Although Qi Xia had thought of a solution in the first moment, Han Yimo was already less than half a meter from the wall.

The tearing pain made it impossible for Han Yimo to resist; he could only follow the rope backward, or the barbs on his chest would cause unbearable pain.

Officer Li grabbed the rope behind him, briefly thought, and aimed at the rope closest to Han Yimo's body, starting to cut with the sharp fish spear.

His hands were steady, and each cut was precise on the rope.

But the rope was harder than expected. After several cuts, only small notches were left.

He quickly assessed the situation and realized it was a bit tricky.

Although the rope would eventually be cut, what they lacked most was time.

In less than a minute, Han Yimo's body would touch the wall, and it would be impossible to cut the rope from behind at that point.

"Damn, not done yet?" Qiao Jiajin asked anxiously. "You're so slow, you're going to kill this sausage!"

"Shut up!" Officer Li barked and continued to apply more force.

As Han Yimo's body got closer to the wall, Officer Li's face was already covered in sweat.

It had to be said that his mental fortitude was very strong. Although the air was filled with tension and pressure, he used the small fish spear without a single mistake, each cut landing on the previous notch.

But with Han Yimo less than thirty centimeters from the wall, Officer Li's arm was struggling to move.

Qiao Jiajin, quick on his feet, immediately blocked behind Han Yimo, using his body to cushion him. This way, although Han Yimo would be injured earlier, the distance between him and the wall would not change in the short term.

"Officer! Hurry!"

Officer Li held his breath and continued cutting. The rope was already more than halfway cut, but it was still connected.

Han Yimo kept moaning in pain. The fish spear, after piercing through his body, had its barbs cruelly digging back into his chest. His blood had already soaked his clothes, looking very terrifying.

"Am I going to die...?" Han Yimo gritted his teeth. "Am I really going to die... Who wants us dead...?"

"Be a man!" Officer Li said sternly. "So many people are trying to save you, don't cry like a baby!"

Hearing this, Han Yimo immediately stopped. He knew Officer Li was right; everyone was running around to save him, and he couldn't drag them down.

The barbs were deeply embedded in Han Yimo's flesh, and he let out a muffled groan, continuously biting his teeth.

Doctor Zhao immediately took a piece of cloth and stuffed it into his mouth.

After all, in extreme pain, a person might bite their own teeth.

Everyone gathered around Han Yimo.

The short twenty seconds felt like hours, and Officer Li cut the rope without a single mistake.

Finally, with the last cut, the tough rope was severed.

At the same moment, Han Yimo and Qiao Jiajin both fell to the ground due to the loss of strength.

The people around them immediately helped them up.

It seemed Han Yimo had survived.

Doctor Zhao immediately pulled Han Yimo to the side and began examining his wounds. The situation was as expected; the fish spear still needed to be removed from the front.

The most pressing issue now was stopping the bleeding.

Doctor Zhao thought for a long time and finally used several pieces of cloth to block the wounds near the fish spear.

"Hey, doctor, aren't you going to remove the fish spear?" Qiao Jiajin asked.

"Can't remove it, he'll die," Doctor Zhao said sternly.

"Die?" Qiao Jiajin was puzzled and pushed Doctor Zhao. "What are you doing? We went through so much trouble, and you're not saving him?"

"I am saving him!" Doctor Zhao impatiently shook off Qiao Jiajin's hand. "To put it bluntly, the fish spear is the only thing keeping him alive."

"Why?" Xiao Ran, standing nearby, couldn't help but ask.

"If the fish spear is removed, he will be left with a continuously bleeding wound, and death is just a matter of time," Doctor Zhao calmly answered. "By leaving the fish spear in, he will be in excruciating pain, but at least he won't die from excessive blood loss. The small wounds will stop bleeding temporarily due to blood clotting."