Screech—a Buick came through the side passage, and a woman's voice rang out from inside. "Honey, look, those two are in such a wild position!"
The tall man braced himself against the wall, passing through Kunpeng's hair. One leaned forward, the other leaned back, staring straight at each other.
Both saw each other clearly and cried out at the same time.
The tall man felt like vomiting. You're a grown-ass man—fine, you wear women's clothes at night, but you specifically walk through places this dark? What the hell are you trying to do? Is your asshole itchy or something?
Kunpeng felt a bloodthirsty urge. If he still had his strength, he would swallow this bastard whole! You're a grown-ass man, and you didn't even look where you were going before taking the back entrance. Society was really going downhill; people's hearts were no longer what they used to be. The Demon Tribe was far more decent than you people. And you even touched me? Touch your sister!
"Honey, look at you. I told you not to make such a fuss. The moment you spoke, they got embarrassed and started cursing on purpose!" a man's voice came from inside the car.
"Isn't this rare? I've seen individual ones online, but this is the real-life version—and it's a pair!"
"You don't understand. Between men and women, it's just venting. Only between the same sex is there true love!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, the woman became displeased. "Drive. Go find your true love, then!"
True love? The man wanted to puke, and Kunpeng's throat turned sour as well. Looking at each other, he kicked out, sending the other flying several meters before he landed facedown on the ground without moving. Only then did Kunpeng properly take in his outfit.
"What