Non-human

It was a dark, quiet night, and two men, clad in all-black garments, were stealthily approaching with evil intent. The unsheathed machetes in their hands glimmered chillingly in the light from the road lamp, and their intentions were evident.

"Boss, this doesn't feel right. Should we get out of here?"

A member of the Wild Wolf Mountain Motorsport race team whispered to Lei Shijian.

"Retreat your *ss!" Lei Shijian screamed as he gathered himself from the initial shock and smacked the back of the guy's head. Then, he stared at Xiao Luo and roared, "Boy, do you think you could actually intimidate us by hiring some two-bit actors pretending to be assassins? You're taking us too lightly. Jin Ying, Ku— I want you to go beat the hell out of those two*ssholes and don't stop until they kneel before me and beg for my mercy."

"Okay, boss!"