The Landlord’s Stupid Son

Who would have suspected that Han Sen's reaction would end up surprising Mister Yang? He was not angry. He actually laughed.

Han Sen pointed at the overbearing bug and asked, "I don't need to be your servant, but if I kill it, can I have its body?"

After that, he looked at Mister Yang and asked, "Old Yang, can that gene race be food for Small Cat?"

"I suppose it could be…" Mister Yang's expression looked weird. Using a king-class gene race to feed a newborn gene race seemed excessive. While it was possible, it might end up just being a waste.

"Of course, you can." The white-clothed young man hastily nodded.

Peaceful looked awfully glum. She wished to protest, but all she could really do was mumble under her breath and not say anything audibly.