"The leader of the Psychology Society, Freud, personally went to kill the target, but was intercepted by the founder of the Freedom Alliance, Player. The two are currently fighting at the entrance to the residential complex where the target is located. The battle is too intense to intervene for now."
This emergency report had been edited and sent by Kres. After finishing it, Kres had been drinking hot milk, yet he still couldn't help laughing aloud.
Because the message looked simply too absurd, practically like some kind of indescribable dark humor.
It was as if you were a kindergarten teacher telling someone that their child had cried because Ultraman had jumped out of the television and stolen his lollipop.
But it had actually happened.
What Kres hadn't expected was...
As the employer who received the message, Fluoxetine didn't show the slightest suspicion.
"Whew—now this is exciting. A clash between the fourth and fifth strongest. What a pity I can't watch it this time."
Fluoxetine spun the phone in her hand, her legs dangling over the edge of the metal platform as she gently swung them.
She wore a long, water-blue dress patterned with all kinds of fish and marine creatures. The brushwork depicting those sea creatures was delicate and ornate, reminiscent of medieval oil paintings.
The Card Key holding back her hair and the necklace hanging at her chest were likewise decorated with elements of crabs, seashells, and sharks.
The damp river wind blew past her back, seeming to carry the enchanting bustle from the other side of the city.
Fluoxetine was sitting at the very top of the cable tower of Jiang City's cross-river bridge.
Neon signs from the high-rises on both sides reflected across the rippling river, coating the girl's beautiful, well-proportioned, slender calves in a layer of