"Pssh..."
With a soft sound, the doors to the Hero Association headquarters slid open automatically.
Fang Li and Sylvia walked in from outside, entering the Hero Association's lobby.
After entering the first-floor lobby of the Hero Association, Fang Li and Sylvia were just about to take the elevator.
At that moment, a voice rang out from behind them.
"Oh? Aren't these One-sided Rakshasa and Law-Witch?"
The voice reached Fang Li and Sylvia's ears, making them stop in their tracks.
Fang Li turned around and looked behind him, his brows immediately rising.
A man was walking in through the Hero Association's entrance as well.
He was a samurai.
At least, that was the only way Fang Li could think to describe him.
The man appeared to be middle-aged. He wore an old-fashioned traditional samurai outfit, with his hair tied into a topknot, giving off the air of a traditional warrior.
Yet hanging at the waist of this samurai, who exuded such a traditional atmosphere, was a sword.
A sword that remained neither too close nor too far from his hand, as though it could be drawn at any second.
Three figures resembling attendants followed behind the samurai.
However, it was not only Fang Li—Sylvia too kept her gaze fixed solely on that middle-aged samurai.
Because he was not someone either of them failed to recognize.
"I never expected to run into you here. I thought I'd have to wait until the S-Class Heroes had all gathered before seeing you."
The middle-aged samurai wore a sharp smile.
His gaze was fixed on Fang Li.
"I've wanted to meet you for quite some time, One-sided Rakshasa."
Fang Li's expression did not change at those words. He merely smiled and said,
"To be remembered by the famous Atomic Samurai is an honor, I suppose?"