God’s Retribution
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The man had found Han Sen, so there was no use in hiding any further. When Han Sen emerged from the bushes, he did so drenched in water.
"Friend, what are you talking about? What fruit?" Han Sen played dumb.
"Human?" The man's intimidating look turned to one of legitimate surprise.
"We're of the same kind, are we not? My name is Han Sen. What is your name, friend?" Han Sen thought this was the perfect opportunity to gather the information he wanted.
The man answered, "I'm not your friend, buddy. And I have never been a friend of humans, so don't have the audacity to declare us one and the same."
"You say that like you're not a human," Han Sen said.
The man said, "Don't mistake me for one of you mud-blooded low-lives. Pah, you talk too much. I was going to let you live, but now..."
After that, the man immediately threw a punch in Han Sen's direction.