After hearing Fu Hua's words, the bartender spoke with an apologetic smile. "Miss, have you misunderstood something? This is just a small bar, and intelligence is..."
"...What?"
Before the bartender could finish speaking, a coin flew past his face.
The spinning coin left a long gash across the bartender's face, but... not a drop of blood flowed from it.
"Cut the nonsense, Wraith."
Fu Hua's hand was still posed as if she had just flicked the coin.
"Intelligence."
"Heh... as expected, I couldn't fool you."
The bartender suddenly laughed after his cheek had been cut open.
"This time, I even covered up my scent. How did you recognize me?"
Wraith removed the human-skin mask from her face and asked Fu Hua, who sat before her.
As she took off the mask, the originally tall, broad male body transformed into a woman's curvaceous figure.
"Water. And intelligence."
Fu Hua did not respond to Wraith at all, merely repeating her demand.
"Fine, fine, I know you can't be bothered to answer."
As Wraith spoke, she poured Fu Hua a glass of wine.
"I don't drink."
Fu Hua frowned at Wraith.
"You don't drink? But your hands smell like alcohol."
Wraith froze for a moment.
"The smell of alcohol?"
Fu Hua looked at her wrist.
There was a faint stain on the blue overcoat around her wrist, left behind by dried alcohol.
It was the mark left when Fu Hua had splashed Xu Yanwu.
"Isn't that alcohol? Or did you drink too much last night, so now you're asking for a glass of water?"
Wraith said to Fu Hua.
"...That was an accident."
"Mhm, mhm, mhm. I know, it was an accident."
Wraith nodded perfunctorily, then took out a small mirror and turned around. "That was so rough just now—you even messed up