[Eden City - East District Underground Mall]
John lay on the clinic chair.
The rotating arc-shaped metal slowly moved, emitting an azure glow that illuminated his bloodshot eyes—performing a check through simple rendering of the prosthetic eye and nervous system.
John recounted Qiao's story to the doctor.
Ryan Randall tapped on the keyboard, occasionally responding, and suddenly looked at him with a suspicious gaze, asking.
"You offed that gambling addict, why the hell did you still bother dragging him to Oil Barrel Street to cremate the body?"
"Disposing of the body?"
John pondered and answered. "Mainly for satisfaction, hey, the guy was a jerk, a gambler, a sadist, deserved it."
"Did you get a thrill from flogging the corpse?"
"..."
John almost lifted his head, the machine beeped, and after a moment of silence, he couldn't help but gripe.
"Shit, you're one hell of a pervert, doctor."
"I'm diagnosing you, you Shark Coin."
Ryan hit the confirm key.
