Upon hearing this, Riko Satou froze, then a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.
"Really?"
"Really, really, you can leave." Chichu Chun spread their hands, making way.
"Great!"
"I mean... thank you."
Riko Satou, with an excited and anxious tone, hugged the bag tightly against her chest and got up.
"You're welcome."
Riko Satou lowered her head and hurriedly walked past Chichu Chun.
At this moment, her expression twisted violently, and she lunged towards Chichu Chun's neck with sharp claws, only to have Chichu Chun, who anticipated her move, grab her wrist.
Riko Satou, with reddened eyes, froze, trying to shake off Chichu Chun's grip, but found it as unshakeable as steel pincers.
With a casual tug, Chichu Chun tore off Riko Satou's entire arm, blood gushed like a fountain.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry!" Staring at her now empty left hand, Riko Satou screamed while retreating, her expression filled with extreme fear.
