"There really isn't a shred of order here."
They had spent less than a day in this area, yet even Lu PingAn was already thinking of leaving.
He finally understood why this damned place was called a nest rather than a city. Its size and population were both enough for it to be called a City-State.
"...Maybe only beasts can adapt to the comforts of a Beast Nest."
For any random reason—someone looked irritating, someone looked interesting enough to watch, someone looked ordinary but made you want to touch them—the next moment would become a fight to the death in one form or another.
No rules? There actually were rules: freedom to do anything. Murdering people in the streets, looting without paying—no one cared in the slightest.
"...There have been over thirty fights in just these few hours. We aren't weak, and we've killed quite a few ourselves. Why have we still become the center of attention?"
"If you walked into a Zoo or a toy store and saw a new species, wouldn't you naturally want to try it?"
"But is there really no more peaceful, rational way to communicate?"
Lu PingAn hated it. He disliked disorder, disliked starting a fight five seconds after meeting someone, and disliked having someone glance at him from the sky before flying over ten-plus kilometers to come looking for trouble.
"What you find hardest to accept isn't war or fighting. It's slaughter without reason or profit, isn't it?"
Big Cat saw straight through Lu PingAn's nature at a glance.
He considered it, then nodded. That was indeed the case. Such waste of "life" was something even his subconscious could not accept.
"...I'll try to adapt."
Now that it had been pointed out, Lu PingAn did not argue. Looking back, he really was being a