"Just kidding." After setting all the digits on the combination lock to zero, Jiu Ming easily opened it. "Now, shouldn't you tell me who you are?"
"You... Don't worry, I'm definitely not an enemy!" Padding out of the cage on catlike steps, the strange cat leaped straight down from the table. "My name is Chelsea. I heard about you from Mine and the others, so I wanted to come take a look. Who would've thought... sigh."
As the strange cat spoke, a cloud of concealing smoke burst from its body. It transformed into a headphone-wearing girl with long orange hair and a short skirt, crouched on the ground. "My disguise should have been flawless. How did you realize something was wrong?"
"Mm... intuition."
"That's why I hate people with freakishly sharp instincts like you." Chelsea sighed helplessly. No matter how high one's martial arts, one still feared the butcher's cleaver. When faced with someone like Jiu Ming, even if he had not seen through the disguise, sensing that something was off meant something was off. Even if there was no reason for it, who could she argue with?
Chelsea studied Jiu Ming with considerable curiosity. When Night Raid had sent back information about him, it was not only her—everyone else had become interested in this man of unknown origins who possessed such strange things. Now that she had met him, her first impression was... unpleasant, but barely passable. "What do you think this can be exchanged for?" Chelsea took a ring engraved with what looked like a dragon's head from her pocket.
"Huh? Didn't you people value this thing highly?" Jiu Ming took the ring and examined it. This was also an Imperial Arms, one capable of manipulating water. "It's not bad. Here, take a look at this list. Once