[Bonus chapter] The Red Party (3)

The person who entered was holding a wine glass and looked at Ren for a moment.

"He's quite handsome, what's his psychic incarnation?" The person's voice was haughty, her expression indifferent, as if the one lying in front of her wasn't a living person, but just a plaything for her use.

"I don't know," Rojo stood aside, responding with a smile. "He can't manifest his psychic incarnation now, but we can let him do it later for you to see."

Ren heard the voice asking him, "How old are you, what's your name. Did you come willingly? I don't like to force people."

Lying there, Ren unexpectedly asked a completely unrelated question, "Do you remember Polluted Zone 32?"

His voice was quite calm, lacking any notable emotion, unlike someone who was under the influence of a drug.

"The Polluted Zone? I don't remember much," the voice on the other end sounded slightly impatient, likely finding him impertinent to bring up the Polluted Zone at such a time.