No, was I really that disgusting?
How was this any different from taking an old granny's foot-binding cloth?
I was a famous superstar and a beauty, okay!
Who knew how many people would pay any amount of money for one of my personal belongings...
And you actually found it disgusting!
Watching him make no attempt to hide his disgust before turning around and running away,
Old Auntie Vermouth immediately felt aggrieved.
She took a small mirror from her breast pocket and examined her face.
Mm, she was still as devastatingly beautiful as ever. She had not turned into some old hag with wrinkles all over her face and the smell of old age clinging to her body.
She put the mirror away and sighed, muttering to herself.
What exactly was wrong with me? Or was there something wrong with him?
It was not that she wanted to seduce anyone. Old Auntie was simply used to being popular, and the occasional unusual reaction made her feel rather lonely and want to find a reason for it. At its core, it was the sort of midlife crisis anxiety that belonged to an old auntie.
Ignoring the old auntie whose age was anyone's guess, Fujino drove Kusuda Rikumichi straight to Haido Central Hospital.
After arriving near the hospital, Fujino remembered that the FBI still had people lying in wait there. He parked the car, put on a slight disguise, took a stretcher out of his Pocket Dimension, and tied Kusuda Rikumichi directly onto it.
The sight left the young nurse at the hospital reception utterly dumbfounded.
She rubbed her eyes, her gaze filled with bewilderment.
One person was carrying a huge stretcher on his back, and another person was tightly bound to the stretcher with red rope.
It was... hard to comment on.