Just after Ratman Derig finished reporting this series of intelligence.
Dumps beckoned slightly, "Come here..."
Derig immediately approached with his head lowered.
As soon as he got close.
Whoosh... It seemed as if a knife edge made of liquid sliced across Derig's body.
Drip, drip.
Derig's entire left arm fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of seawater.
Slimy tentacles were left on Derig's wound, causing him intense pain and making his whole body jerk and twitch in agony, but he gritted his teeth hard, refusing to scream.
About ten seconds passed.
The tentacles growing from the wound slowly dissolved into seawater.
Bloodshot eyes filled Derig, a shadow of consciousness steadied, he knelt in front of Dumps, "Thank...Thank you, Lord Six Fingers, for sparing my life."
"You are the contact I chose... You should report everything to me as soon as possible, even at the cost of death."