Chapter 981: Do You Have the Right to Call Me Useless?
"You don't have the stench of a human after being devoured, which is rare,"
Under the dejected man's gaze, he saw that sitting upon the back of the black dog in front of him was a lazily poised young man, who was now strangely sizing him up as if looking at some rare toy.
"Even if you don't plan on preying on humans, what are you doing mixing with those guys? And running when they do? Don't you know your kind of Different Species isn't within our hunting range?"
"I really didn't know that, if I had, I wouldn't have run," the dejected man replied, astonished, and also delighted to realize he might actually stand a chance at surviving this hunt.
"Let's go, I'm not killing you." Muria waved his hand, signaling the middle-aged man to scram.
"Oh, oh, great." The dejected man's face showed sheer ecstasy, his previous despair disappearing in an instant.