"Holy shit?"
Two hours later, Lou Feng finally saw the state Ji Jue was in and practically jumped three feet into the air. "What the hell is this?"
"Abba abba abba abba..."
Right there before him, Ji Jue sat in his wheelchair without any response.
His mouth hung crooked, his eyes were askew, and drool dribbled down his chin. His body convulsed in waves, while both hands curled against his chest kept twitching, crookedly shaping the number six. Lou Feng laughed in sheer exasperation.
Has this bastard gotten addicted to scamming people?
Keep acting!
Go on, keep acting!
See if I fucking believe you!
Unfortunately, Ji Jue still showed no response. No matter how Lou Feng mocked and taunted him, he simply grinned and drooled, his gaze vacant and unfocused. [Please do not worry—although you do not appear to have been worried at all—his brain has merely burned out temporarily.]
Isis's voice rang out in Coast's office. The Mechanical Arm on the wheelchair lifted Ji Jue's skull straight open, displaying the mechanical structures inside, which were spitting sparks everywhere.
The scorched smell was positively invigorating.
Lou Feng's expression froze for a moment. His suspicion faded, but his derision remained unchanged.
"If his brain's broken, get it treated. Why come to me?"
He coldly looked away and waved impatiently. "Do I look like I have nothing to do?"
[As the Workshop Spirit, I shall carry out my designated duties.]
Isis's voice remained perfectly level as she interrupted his complaints: [In accordance with the gentleman's instructions, I shall relay his message and transfer his authority.] As she spoke, a scene from the past materialized in the air before Lou Feng.
"Isis, please record this for me... Let's call it, hmm, haha, my will."
His hair slightly disheveled, Ji Jue stopped