This time,
Xia Yu found a flat, slab-shaped rock, laid the squirrel on it with its limbs spread out as if tied, and thus the rock became a miniature chopping block.
The sharp knife gently teased the squirrel's back fur.
"To the brother who mentioned launching a rocket, watch closely!"
As soon as he finished speaking, zip— the knife made a cut near the squirrel's buttocks, close to the tail. Then, half the blade went in, slicing through the connective fat between the flesh and fur. With one hand, Xia Yu grabbed this cut while the knife in his right hand kept swinging inside.
Hiss hiss hiss.
The pace suddenly quickened—first a cut to the squirrel's head, then its limbs. However, Xia Yu controlled his strength well, peeling off the squirrel's skin completely in the second attempt, leaving only some fur and skin around the claws. Noticing this, he swung his knife again, and with a flash of cold light, the four claws were separated.
