Chapter 1370: Trapped in the Trick (42)

"The problem is that he can stand up completely by the strength of his muscles," Seeing that Albert was still dazed, Philios continued to explain: "The bones in his hands and feet are still in their original fractured state, all of them are cut off and disconnected. His legs are made up of 300 leg bones, and they are mostly cartilage, as elastic as rubber, and can be stretched to a certain extent. But these bones did not support the body at all, and Mutter had to rely on the muscles and ligaments on his feet that were dozens of times stronger than ordinary people to stand up. Do you know what this means?" Philios picked up one of the cat boy's arms, "Don't look at this little arm skinny, it probably has more muscle than your arm." This kid's arm was originally as thick as my three fingers combined, and it took him hundreds of times more effort to get to where he is now, and you know what?" The muscle structure of orcs is already very dense, and it is actually very difficult to train a little more muscle. On the other hand, a thin orc may easily outperform a human muscular man in terms of muscle strength. You can't just look at the surface of everything, that's probably the truth.

Philios continued to gently squeeze Mutter's arm: "More than ninety percent of this child's arms are muscles and ligaments, which means that—" "He is also more affected by muscle relaxants than usual. Albert finally understood.

The leopard man nodded knowingly.

By this time, the doctor had already bandaged Muttna's softened arm. Mutt's arm, which had softened to the size of an octopus's tentacles, had returned to its normal appearance under the influence of the special bandage. Although it was still twitching slightly, the green tendons on it were faintly visible through the fluff of the kittens of the cat man boy.

"If you are a normal person, you will be injected with an antidote immediately after being poisoned by a muscle relaxant, and you will be fine soon. But once Mutt's special body structure is poisoned by muscle relaxants, it will be in trouble. The so-called [antidote] only temporarily relieves the poisoning, and in fact can remove the poison of muscle relaxants once and for all. Albert frowned, "There's no more powerful antidote?" neither the leopard nor the doctor answered. That kind of thing obviously doesn't exist. The poison used by the Ghana team was already very violent. And it, like most of the things in this world that harm people and things, is often unsolvable.

"Woo," Mutt still moaned quietly. After receiving treatment, the condition of the cat man boy has gradually stabilized. But the tiger could still see Mutter's pain on the cat's restless sleeping face.

"Don't hurt so much, don't touch me" The cat man boy kept dreaming with tears in his eyes, as if he was having a very terrible nightmare.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Albert. Philios shrugged at the tiger, "Mutter was supposed to be your personal assistant and make your life easier. But with his current physical condition, he can't maintain the work he should be doing. We must send him home and let this boy rest for the night, and wait until tomorrow—" "If by [home] you mean his house in the slum," Albert interrupted, "that house has been burned to ashes." The leopard man shuddered: "What?" "It's true. Seeing that the other party's reaction was strange, Albert continued to say tentatively, "What's the matter, Mutter didn't report this to you? You should know that Mutter and I were sniped in the elevator room of the underground arena in Cairo, right?" Phileosto browled his cheeks and fell into deep thought: "But it's strange that Mutter's own house was also attacked. He has no reason to go back, and unless the enemy is spying on you, they will not be able to find that kind of place. "I don't feel like I've been followed. "Albert is a Warcraft hunter, an expert in stalking and counter-tracking, and if he is followed, he should at least be aware of it.

That is, the group of attackers was in ambush at Mutter's house from the beginning, intending to attack Mutter and Albert.

Wait a minute. Something is wrong. No one could be sure that the tiger would accompany the cat-man boy to the slum house to get a change of clothes from Mutter. Mutter needs to go back to fetch his most prized bear puppet, so he must go home once; But it's very likely that Albert and the cat man boy parted ways and went straight back to the hotel.

If Albert hadn't gone to the slums with Mutter, wouldn't the thieves in the slums have failed in their plan to assassinate Albert? Or maybe the assassins in the slums weren't aiming at Albert in the first place?

The young man of the tiger man took a breath, as if he suddenly understood some terrible truth.

"I don't understand. Philios probably also figured out what Albert had just figured out, and couldn't help frowning suspiciously: "But is it impossible? Although Mutter is a very important member of the team, he is not important enough to be assassinated." He's been safe and sound in previous seasons, and he's been bullied at best, so why is he suddenly targeted for assassination this season?" Albert scratched his head: "All I know is that this kid needs more protection." "Rubber men" like Mutter are extremely resistant to blows and impacts, making them ideal for body-pounding American football. But the ability of the cat man boy can be described as useless in actual combat, and a sharp blade can cut Mutt to pieces. Coupled with the fact that he had never received combat training, Mutter's combat effectiveness was basically zero, and he could not even protect himself when he was attacked. Without proper protection, how will Mutter survive the bloody storm that is coming this season?

"I see. Phileus sighed: "As soon as our sand ship returns to Cairo, we will send Mutte to the most heavily guarded medical facility. There will never be any more danger to this child. The tiger paused, and then turned to look at the sleeping cat-man boy.

"No, you don't. It's safer for him to stay with me. "But, Mr. Albert, Mut needs absolute recuperation today, and he can't help you with your life" "Who said I need the care of this little ghost? "But, Mr. Albert, you are our most important guest! How can I bother you—" I said yes. Tiger interrupted anxiously.

"For the time being, at least, let me look after him. If I hadn't been nosy and insisted on removing the bandages for him, he wouldn't have suffered this crime. Just let him rest for a day, right? Take him back to the hotel and let him get some sleep, how big of a deal can it be? Wake up tomorrow morning and everything will be back to normal. I'm still looking forward to him making me breakfast. "Theoretically, that's right," Philios couldn't find a reason to refute for a moment. However, Albert was not a medical professional, and Tiger did not know how to care for a paralyzed patient. Is there really no problem with that?

"Yes. I'll leave the kid to you. At this moment, the Sphinx father walked in: "From now on, his life belongs to you, and his life belongs to you." Whether you leave him here to fend for himself, or send him to death, it's your freedom. You've helped me win two important tournaments, and it's not an exaggeration for me to reward you with this kid. Albert opened his mouth wide and froze for tens of seconds. Then he reacted and began to protest: "Mutter is not your slave, Sphinx Daddy!" However, is Mutter really not a slave of Sphinx Daddy?

Ever since the kitten was saved by Daddy Lionman, he has been so desperate for the Sphinx that he is willing to die for Daddy. He doesn't want pay, he doesn't want a privileged living environment, he would rather live the most humble life in that kind of dilapidated bungalow, and silently risk everything for Daddy Sphinx. Mutter may no longer be a slave in the material or legal sense, but he is definitely still a slave, a spiritual slave of Daddy Sphinx.

"Huhuhu, how you want to understand my words, listen to me. Daddy Lionman smiled mysteriously, his majestic and fluffy, occasionally white-haired mane fluttering slightly with Daddy Lionman's laughter, showing a special majesty.

"But what I should have said has already been said. When the child wakes up, you can relay my words to him as they are. In this way, you will become his true master, and even if he wants to die for you, he will not refuse. Daddy turned to leave, as he had been when he came: "Of course, you can choose not to tell him what I have said, not to declare your ownership of him." In this way, he will remain [free].

Do you want to twist his will and turn him into the most obedient and obedient tool, or do you let him live freely? "Daddy had opened the door to the infirmary and stepped out of the door. As if he had suddenly remembered something, he turned his head and added, "Then again, have any of us ever ever been truly free?"

Not only did Albert look dazed, but even Philios's face turned extremely pale.

"To be honest, sometimes I'm scared of Daddy Sphynx. Feleos muttered in a voice that could barely be heard by himself, "What would I do if Daddy had given me to someone else on a whim one day? "He's, in fact, a slave too.