"Hey, kiddo, you're back?!"
The spry old man sat in a recliner welded together from scrap metal. When he saw Yan Huan being wheeled over, he exclaimed in surprise:
"What happened to your legs? Did someone break them because you peeked at a girl taking a bath?!"
"Your legs are broken. Your whole family's legs are broken." Yan Huan was speechless.
Then the dark-gold eyes beneath his long black hair glimmered faintly as he studied the old man.
This guy... was the grandfather of Plastic Bag, the client from earlier.
"He looks fine to me."
Yan Huan looked away and turned to Blade behind him.
"Uncle, are you blind? He's obviously human."
He could easily see through Buli Wolf Soldiers disguised as Foxians with special pills. Clearly, the old man was an ordinary human.
In this place littered with scrap and garbage, people were the cheapest things around.
For a pittance, they'd work themselves to the bone for you. One steamed bun could get them to run ten kilometers...
"Look more closely."
Blade folded his arms and said gravely:
"The bones, blood, heart... Are those internal parts really the same as a normal human's?"
"?"
At that, Yan Huan narrowed his eyes and peered into the old man's body again.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
Seeing Yan Huan staring at him so intently, the old man hurried out of his recliner. He tugged up his pants, then quickly felt his backside to make sure nothing was showing.
"Kiddo, I may not be a decent man, but another man is absolutely out of the question... Mainly because this old body of mine couldn't take it."
"Um... if you really want to, could you wait a few days? My fertile window's coming up..."
March 7th's pink-and-blue eyes widened.
"Sir! You're a man!