The fire department had already arrived.
But faced with the worldwide problem of a fire in a high-rise building, the firefighters had no good solution either. The blaze was about to spread further. Although the evacuation had been timely, the financial losses would continue to mount. In other words, Anti-Entropy was going to have to pay again.
A huge amount of money.
Anti-Entropy was poor again.
But that was not what Fu Hua noticed. Like Zhao Bai, she sensed that faint, intermittent feeling of being watched.
It was a very... scrutinizing gaze.
It carried the air of an assessment. The owner of that gaze was male.
There was no malice, though.
After Zhao Bai controlled the Xuanyuan Sword and sent it flying away, that scrutinizing gaze instantly vanished. Fu Hua immediately felt relieved, yet also inexplicably disappointed, as if she had lost an opportunity to prove herself.
She wanted to see if anyone was still watching.
There was no one.
Night gradually fell, but the wailing fire truck sirens never stopped disturbing her. She closed the curtains and began resting with her eyes closed.
Beside her, Kiana had long since fallen asleep.
Zhao Bai maintained good habits. Before bed, he always drank a cup of hot milk, and he had to be in bed before ten-thirty. He never carried fatigue over to the next day. As for the firelight next door, Anti-Entropy's mech had blown up someone else's building—what did that have to do with Zhao Bai?
He was not the one paying for it.
Zhao Bai fell into a peaceful sleep.
Unlike the three calm people, the professor was the one who found it hardest to sleep.
He worried about the safety of this city's population of over a million, but he was too weak, so his concern kept