Two hundred years had passed since they last met, but Luo Ji wasn't nearly as shocked as he'd imagined he would be. If anything, he was perfectly calm. He looked up at Maximus on the walkway and said with a mixture of ruefulness and helplessness, "Yeah, it really has been a long time. If I had a choice, though, I'd rather never see you again for the rest of my life—especially him."
Thinking about it carefully, he reflected on his life.
The first half of it had gone smoothly. He hadn't become fabulously rich or powerful, but he'd lived a comfortable life.
But ever since he'd met Maximus and "Alvin" in SH City, his life had hit a watershed and taken a sharp turn for the worse!
First, he'd inexplicably become a "Wallfacer." Then, he'd been attacked as soon as he stepped outside. He'd spent nearly two hundred years lying in a cryogenic chamber, only to wake up and get dragged into trouble again before he'd even had a few days of peace.
Two hundred years later, the only person he could really call a familiar face and a good friend was Shi Qiang. And he'd been shot in the head right in front of him, leaving brains all over the ground.
An ordinary person would probably have been traumatized by then. Fortunately, Luo Ji was made of sterner stuff.
And what came next?
He spent two days in the hospital, then an officer from the Department of Justice took him away and locked him in a secret detention room. Before he'd even had time to sit down, he was hauled into an infantry fighting vehicle and driven straight through the Department of Justice fortress.
Next, he was on the run.
Wearing nothing but a long-sleeved shirt, he'd climbed Mount