"Are you looking for Mr. Raymond?"
Li Aozi glanced up at the woman in front of him holding a basket of potato flowers:
"Well, you'll have to make quite an effort, he's more shattered than a corpse now."
"Alas, Mr. Raymond... I should have foreseen you'd meet such an end."
The woman holding the potato flowers wiped her tears, regretfully saying:
"He told me for years that he would buy my freedom, never minding that I'd served drinks and had to humiliate myself by working for that vile boss. Even as a fallen flower, he promised me a life of my own. But everyone knew his work was so dangerous, it was only a matter of time before he would meet his end."
"Wait a moment... aren't you a combat puppet? Logically speaking, you should be private property of that boss, right?"
"How can you say that! Just because I'm someone's private property ≠ I can't pursue my own life. I've endured that scoundrel for over twenty years, being exploited day and night, sob, sob..."
