Kiana carried the professor over one shoulder as she pondered who exactly Blonja was.
Zhao Bai watched Kiana walk away, then turned to Fu Hua.
"Are you ready?"
"A great transformation has already begun. You will not merely witness it—you are part of it."
"..."
Fu Hua said nothing.
A man's hearty laughter rang in her ears. It sounded remarkably like the Golden Sparkle from video games. These glasses handled both communication and material exchange, and only that man could control everything without anyone noticing.
Otto Apocalypse.
"That sounded like a clumsy imitation of me. Zhao Bai used to have quite a distinctive style, but now he has lost his spark."
"Lord Bishop?"
Fu Hua remained silent. Someone on the other end questioned his sudden lapse in composure.
Probably Otto's secretary.
"Fu Hua, this came up suddenly. Since an old friend has followed along, there is no need to test the Herrscher of Death's capabilities anymore. Testing Zhao Bai would be more interesting. I'll grant you authorization for the equipment later. Don't use Feather of Dust. Let's see how many moves you can last."
"?"
"My guess is around sixteen moves."
Otto's words left Fu Hua completely baffled.
An old friend?
Anyone Otto called that had definitely been thoroughly exploited—or was about to be thoroughly exploited, if they were still alive.
She stopped walking and asked:
"May I ask what your relationship with Otto is?"
"Do you really want me to say?"
Seeing that no one was around, Zhao Bai quietly said, "I'm Theresa's owner. She comes to eat at my place every day and owes me quite a bit of money."
"Hahahahaha!"
That hearty laughter sounded in Fu Hua's ears again.
Otto again.
When Zhao Bai spoke, he clearly had no idea Otto was listening to everything.
How awkward.