Fu Li always felt that something wasn't quite right with his body. Over the past century or so, this sensation had grown increasingly distinct—especially when he touched that dead smartphone, leaving him with a vague, lingering intuition that he had lost something. The weirdest part was that no matter what kind of attack he unleashed on the phone, he couldn't shake it even a little bit.
Raiden Makoto hadn't just started observing Raiden Fu yesterday; over these past four hundred years, Fu's mind seemed to be getting sharper and sharper, unlike four hundred years ago when his IQ would plummet to zero at the slightest unexpected situation.
As for Raiden Ei, forget it—these past four hundred years she had either been sleeping or eating in her sleep, so when would she ever care about such things?
Chapter 73