You're Also a Lower Life-Form

"That little Subspecies dog!"

The skinny middle-aged man coldly called out to Fu Junlin.

But Fu Junlin did not even raise his head. His entire focus was on arguing with and restraining Big Black, and he had not heard the skinny middle-aged man at all.

"I'm talking to you!!"

He shouted again, but Fu Junlin still did not react.

The skinny middle-aged man exchanged a look with the fat Superior Human, unable to conceal the fury in their eyes any longer.

He abruptly shoved the long-haired woman aside, stood up, and walked toward Fu Junlin.

Only when he got closer did he hear Fu Junlin muttering to himself.

"Even if you want to do it, not now!"

"How many times have I told you not to act recklessly?!"

"Fine! I promise you, but not now!"

"I'll figure something out!"

Fu Junlin gritted his teeth, pounding the table as he muttered to himself. He looked like a mentally unstable madman.

But inside his mind, Big Black was roaring again and again like an inconsolable child. He had seemingly lost all reason. No matter how Fu Junlin tried to calm him down, he only grew angrier.

Even when Fu Junlin promised that they could plot against the two men from the shadows later, Big Black still would not listen.

The skinny middle-aged man froze when he saw him like this.

But he still kicked Fu Junlin's table, instantly overturning a plate of fried noodles onto it.

Only then did Fu Junlin abruptly look up at the skinny middle-aged man, his eyes filled with suppressed rage.

"I'm talking to you. Are you deaf??"

The skinny middle-aged man was initially startled by that look. It was not that there was anything particularly unusual about it; he had simply thought Fu Junlin was about to strike.

But Fu Junlin only stared at him like that, making him feel even more humiliated and enraged over having been startled just now.

"Here's a piece of advice: get lost. Don't provoke me."

Fu Junlin squeezed the words through clenched teeth. His right hand tightly gripped his left wrist, and his body trembled faintly as he struggled against Big Black. Veins bulged along his neck from the strain.

"What did you say?"

The skinny middle-aged man let out an angry snort, leaning down as he questioned Fu Junlin. He seemed unable to believe this dog bastard dared speak to him that way.

"I said, get the hell out!!"

Bloodshot veins began to appear in Fu Junlin's eyes as he roared furiously.

The skinny middle-aged man flew into a rage and viciously slapped Fu Junlin across the face.

With a sharp smack, Fu Junlin and the table were sent flying to the ground by the tremendous force.

Amid the mess, Fu Junlin lay face-down on the ground without moving.

The skinny middle-aged man sneered, took off his shirt and tossed it to the fat middle-aged man beside him. With a teasing grin, he rolled up his sleeves, preparing to give Fu Junlin a thorough beating.

But then Fu Junlin's body began to twitch.

The skinny middle-aged man thought the kid was pretending, trying to scare them off.

But he quickly realized that Fu Junlin was not convulsing.

He was laughing!

A suppressed, somewhat crazed laugh, laced with self-mockery, came from Fu Junlin as his body twitched.

"Hehehe... hehehehahahaha."

As he laughed, Fu Junlin rolled onto his back, his laughter growing less and less like something a normal person would make.

And the skinny middle-aged man noticed that Fu Junlin's face was no longer the same face as before.

There was now a mask on it!

A mask with its mouth sewn shut, bearing a large character for Subspecies across its forehead!

And his right hand, which his left hand had been tightly restraining all this time, had now been completely released.

The skinny middle-aged man could not stand Fu Junlin's laughter. It seemed to be mocking him, even provoking him!

How dare this Subspecies dog act so presumptuously in front of him!!

The skinny middle-aged man viciously kicked at Fu Junlin's face. If that kick landed, it would shatter both his mask and the bridge of his nose.

But Fu Junlin suddenly rolled over, sprang smoothly to his feet, and at the same time swung his right hand at the skinny middle-aged man's face like lightning.

The skinny middle-aged man had no time to react. He had never expected Fu Junlin to dare fight back, and even if he had, he would not have had time to activate his shield!

Pshk!!

Fu Junlin was gripping two chopsticks, which pierced through the skinny middle-aged man's cheek and emerged from behind his other ear.

The skinny middle-aged man's eyes widened in terror and disbelief.

Even through the mask, he seemed able to sense that Fu Junlin was smiling.

Because Fu Junlin's suppressed, sickly laughter had clearly reached his ears.

"Hehehe... In my eyes, you're also a lower life-form!"