"Alisa Ilyinichna Amiela, reporting in!"
Fang Zheng stared at the girl before him, his face darkening as he turned to Amamiya Rin beside him.
"Mr. Amamiya, what exactly do you mean by this?"
"Miss Alisa only transferred to Fenrir today as a new Divine Machine User."
Amamiya Rin smiled as he introduced her to Fang Zheng.
"I'm sure you know Fenrir's situation isn't very good at the moment, and we don't have time to train newcomers..."
"So you're handing her over to me?"
"I thought you did quite well before. Besides, wasn't Miss Philly also brought out of Jelani by you?"
The hell I brought her out. She obviously followed me on her own, all right?
Fang Zheng glanced speechlessly at Philly. Noticing his gaze, Philly gave a "hmph" and turned her head away... Fine, she was probably still angry about the bowl of instant noodles she had made for herself last night.
With that thought, Fang Zheng looked at the girl before him again. He had to admit, Alisa was quite pretty. She had long silver-white hair and wore a red-and-black cap. But what drew the most attention was her outfit. The young woman wore only a black sleeveless leather vest on her upper body, and it was so short that it not only exposed her navel, but even revealed faintly rounded curves through the gaps beneath it.
Fang Zheng seriously wondered whether she was wearing anything underneath... Could it be that this young lady was wearing nothing but a tank top?
Alisa's lower half consisted of a red-and-black plaid miniskirt and black thigh-high boots—what kind of outfit was that? It was a little too wild, wasn't it?
"Miss Alisa's background is..."
"She's Russian."
"Oh..."
A Russian. Then her wild fashion sense made perfect sense. Fang Zheng wouldn't even