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Listening carefully, Cyclone is more cunning than anyone else.

Now the carriages outside are fleeing.

Looking at it from another angle, there are no court guards rushing in.

But, what happens next?

Cyclone thought for a moment, this could be an opportunity.

The group of carriages fleeing outside might attract the attention of the guards who are thinking of chasing them.

By thinking this way, staying here a little longer would result in being behind the guards, disappearing from their view as they chase after the departing carriages.

By thinking this way, I... still have a little time...

Under the comic mask, the man did not know how tense Cyclone's expression was.

It was precisely because of this that the injured man, staring at the mask, could not see Cyclone's trembling hands.

No Dudu, no master, just alone.

This was just the most basic, even less skilled than a doctor, just simple suturing.

Cyclone repeated the master's words in his mind, but even so, it was surgery on a living body, flesh, and blood.

Taking up the fine needle hanging next to the wound, there was still about five centimeters to suture.

I can do this... I can do this...

"No... something's not right... a carriage is rushing outside..."

In the intense concentration, Cyclone couldn't hear the man's soft shout.

Outside the warehouse, two carriages arrived, and over ten well-equipped guards rushed out.

But there was still half the stitching left to complete.

On the other side, at the top of a certain building, the master wearing a devil mask quietly observed the commotion outside the warehouse.

"My dear?"

"..."

No one knew what the devil was thinking, but at this moment, his mask had become a monster in the night.

"Tsk! So slow..."

With a complaint, the master looked at his own hands.

"Wife... if only at that time... a doctor like him had appeared..."

Recalling past events, the devil felt a little sentimental.

"Help him, wife."

"Understood."

With the master's permission, the hands and feet of the master's wife, Alice, turned into a black substance.

Under the cover of darkness, a monster appeared.

Then, ignoring the sounds outside, Cyclone in the warehouse finally finished the stitching.

Although it couldn't be called medical treatment, at least one person completed the suturing.

"Good..."

After taking a deep breath, Cyclone prepared to turn and run.

"Wait, wait!!"

"Hey, enough already!!"

Pulled back by the man once again, Cyclone was only a few steps away from the door.

"Take, take me with you..."

"Huh? I can't even escape on my own, how can I take you with me!?"

Cyclone was not a saint; staying to save him was based on having an opportunity and it made sense.

But now, from the sounds of fighting coming from outside, the guards were already battling with some heathens.

If Cyclone didn't flee now, he would really be caught.

Cyclone pushed the man away and shouted loudly.

"Darling, we need to get out of here too!"

But after several seconds of silence, Yuna still did not appear.

"..."

At this moment, more carriage sounds were heard, coming from the main street outside the warehouse.

Cyclone swallowed nervously and called out again.

"W-wife!!"

Still no response.

In that moment, this was how Cyclone felt inside.

Damn it!! Wasn't I supposed to feel safe with you around? Where are you!!

At that moment, the man once again grabbed Cyclone's thigh.

"Take, take me with you!"

"That's enough! Let go now!!"

Struggling against the grip on his thigh, Cyclone tried to break free.

At the same time, Cyclone also noticed something troubling.

In the distance, where the master had hidden the carriage, a new one had pulled up.

And the person getting down from the carriage was an armed court guard.

"Oh no, oh no, wife, wherever you are, please come out quickly..."

"There she is!!"

As he was spotted, Cyclone quickly shut the back door as the court guard pointed at him.

After closing the door, the man holding onto Cyclone's thigh spoke.

"I have a carriage hidden nearby, from the sound of the commotion, they haven't reached there yet."

Cyclone looked at the man.

"Take me with you, or we'll both get caught! Funny doctor!"

With the comical mask still on, Cyclone felt a shiver down his spine.

The court guards had taken notice and would reach here in less than twenty seconds, barging in within five seconds.

Yuna was not around, and although Cyclone didn't believe Yuna would abandon him to his fate, the current issue was that there was no time to rely on such unrealistic hopes.

For Cyclone, the man's carriage was a good deal.

"Hah! Got you!"

Cyclone helped the man up and set off towards an unknown future.