In the Seventh District, inside a half-finished building that had yet to be completed.
In one of the building's rooms, filled with freshly cooled concrete, Fang Li leaned against a pillar and played with his phone.
The light from the phone was the only source of illumination here.
Leaning against the pillar, Fang Li casually browsed the web.
Only after a while did Fang Li stop what he was doing and raise his eyes.
"All right, come out."
His voice echoed clearly through the surroundings.
Yet it drew no response.
Fang Li was in no hurry. He merely put away his phone in silence.
Just then...
"Clang..."
A short blade flashing with icy cold light was pressed against Fang Li's throat.
"Don't move..."
A voice sounded from behind Fang Li.
"If you do, your neck will be cut open..."
The voice was exceedingly flippant, but the faint killing intent within it still showed through.
Feeling the sharp killing intent in those words, along with the chill seeping lightly against his throat, Fang Li's expression did not change in the slightest.
"All right, quit playing mysterious."
His tone was not its usual calm indifference, but the impatient tone one might use with an acquaintance.
"Be careful not to trigger my defensive instincts. I can't guarantee what'll happen if you do."
As soon as he finished speaking, the blade at Fang Li's throat was withdrawn.
"That really is scary, meow."
Speaking in that extremely strange accent, the newcomer stepped out from the shadow of the pillar behind Fang Li.
"If that held-back senior counterattacks, I'll definitely die."
The person who emerged from the shadows with that flippant voice was a student dressed like a delinquent, with blond hair, sunglasses, unusually long arms, and the winter uniform of a certain high school.
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