"Isn't this little Kisara? Oh, it's you."
Just as Kisara Tendo was consumed by rage after learning the truth behind her parents' deaths, a playful voice suddenly rang out beside her. Then, upon seeing Shen Fei's face, the newcomer cried out in surprise. She recognized him.
"So it's Miss Sima. What a pleasure to meet you." Shen Fei recognized the newcomer as well. It was Sima Weizhi, the young heiress of Sima Industries. Sima Industries was Japan's largest arms manufacturer, and especially in these apocalyptic times, her family wielded considerable power.
"Kisara, what's wrong with you?" Sima Weizhi had been about to say something to Kisara Tendo when she noticed that something was off. Her gaze immediately fell on the document in Kisara's hand, but the moment she drew closer, Kisara put it away and stood up.
"Thank you." With that, Kisara Tendo took the document and left directly, leaving Sima Weizhi quite surprised. She rarely saw Kisara like this.
"What did you do?" After hesitating for a moment, Sima Weizhi did not follow Kisara Tendo. Instead, she sat across from Shen Fei and asked him directly.
"If you want to know, why not ask her yourself?" Shen Fei said with a smile.
"What are you planning to do to Rentaro?" Sima Weizhi continued. Her eyes were sharp now. Both Kisara Tendo and Sima Weizhi knew Shen Fei, after all. He had appeared in the footage he had sent them.
"Rentaro? That piece of trash isn't worth me doing anything to him personally." Shen Fei sneered, making no effort to hide his disgust for Rentaro.
"You're not allowed to talk about him like that." Sima Weizhi snapped, unfolding the fan in her hand as though she intended to attack. Yet in the next instant, Shen Fei pressed his left index