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As night fell, a faint blood stench lingered in the air within the limited confines of the area. The reckless actions of the Abnormal Humanoids sent terrifying ripples through the atmosphere for miles around.
Dim streetlights illuminated the bizarre and decaying nightlife of District A5, which was just beginning—once lifeless streets suddenly came alive, with the vast majority of passersby being Abnormal Humanoids. It could be said that humans were virtually nonexistent, except for Xiao Qiang, who was observing from the shadows.
Xiao Qiang fiddled with the apartment key card that Matt had prepared for him but did not head directly there. Instead, he drove the futuristic SKSe luxury car slowly through the streets and alleys of District A5.
This was his primary mission: to know both himself and his enemy to achieve victory in every battle! The wheels carved out a dazzlingly sleek silhouette as he cruised along the spacious and relatively smooth roads.
The streets were filled with figures, their faces pale as if they were walking corpses, yet they followed a routine lifestyle. In that moment, Xiao Qiang suddenly realized something: after the fall of District A5, the Abnormal Humanoids were not only mimicking human civilization but also practicing human ways of life.
From this perspective, District A5 had not only fallen; the entire situation was under the control of the Humanoid Brain. The Abnormal Humanoids here were following in the footsteps and life patterns of their human predecessors.
However, they were still in an evolutionary and adaptive stage, which is why they dared not venture out into the scorching daylight. Were they afraid? Like Skeleton Mutants, did they fear Ultraviolet light?
This question that arose in Xiao Qiang's mind would soon be answered hours later.
Not all humans living in District A5 were wealthy or powerful. As I mentioned before, regardless of how one might wish to change their circumstances, they could not alter their inherent social status.
In the human testing areas, there were certainly some smugglers. These so-called smugglers were individuals without identification or personal records—people who lived without any trace. They spent their lives engaging in shameful acts and could only survive stealthily in the darkest corners of Earth.
Fearing law enforcement, they blended into the retreating human forces residing in Stratum. Their habits dictated their fate; even if they managed to cling to life by chance, they could only scrape by in the darkest corners of Stratum.
It wasn't that poverty caused this low-level human group to emerge; rather, most of them belonged to a category that was content with mediocrity, seeking comfort over effort, lacking awareness of their own limits, ultimately becoming a group abandoned by society and humanity itself.
Such groups exist in every developed and underdeveloped country. They believe that although begging does not provide a stable livelihood, it comes easily and requires no hard work, allowing them to fill their stomachs.
Even if their brains are eroded by the Abnormal Humanoids, who drain their blood, the organisms that inhabit their well-preserved bodies still maintain the status of their former identities.
Let’s put it this way: there are distinctions among people! Taste is a matter of the individual. High-ranking Abnormal Humanoids will stop at nothing to occupy the bodies of high-ranking humans. As for those shabby, beggar-like lower-class humans, even if they starve to death, they would never stoop to drink the blood of what they consider garbage.
Those without status, living at the bottom of society, have blood tainted with many undesirable factors. Lower-class men wander around begging and searching through sewers, trash bins, and gutters for food to fill their stomachs.
Meanwhile, the lower-class women resort to prostitution, engaging with multiple partners or countless men, having rolled around in the wild grasslands. All this is just to secure three meals a day and earn a little more money.
In these lower-class humans, the blood flowing through their capillaries is filthy, making them despised refuse in the eyes of Abnormal Humanoids!
There are also distinctions among Abnormal Humanoids; for instance, there are homeless Abnormal Humanoids who wander alone without a group. When they arrive at human settlements with their kind, they only dare to harbor malicious thoughts towards lower-class humans. These low-tier Abnormal Humanoids can only remain as such after invading the bodies of lower-class humans.
Xiao Qiang observed that Area A5 appeared orderly and prosperous on the surface. However, in inconspicuous corners, figures with gaunt faces and terrifying forms would suddenly emerge.
They would entangle and intimidate those opulent-looking Abnormal Humanoids who seemed wealthy. But soon enough, a formidable team of law enforcement Abnormal Humanoids would appear. Those who dared to disturb tax-paying Abnormal Humanoids in public would receive their due punishment.
A thick iron chain would lock them up, lining them up to wait for the next day when the sun shines high; these law enforcement Abnormal Humanoids from the Patrol Team would drag them out to be burned alive by ultraviolet rays.
The underground parking lot was eerily silent as wheels slid into designated spots. Upon exiting the vehicle, Little Skeleton turned its eye sockets cautiously around—this was its habit.
A rustling sound came from not far away from the wheels; both Xiao Qiang and Little Skeleton heard it. The former stood still, scanning the area where the sound originated inch by inch with keen eyes.
A gust of foul wind rushed in, startling Xiao Qiang, who widened his eyes and instinctively took a step back. Leaning against the car, he focused intently on the source of the disturbance.
Before him stood a creature resembling a dog, baring its teeth with lantern-like eyes that emitted a fierce, savage green glow. It halted just two feet away, its menacing gaze fixed on him, yet it showed no intention of advancing further.
"What the hell is this thing?" Xiao Qiang exclaimed in shock. The creature's sharp teeth glinted with an almost tangible aura of menace, sending a chill down his spine and making him shudder involuntarily.
"How do you like it? This is my pet!" A figure emerged from the shadows, revealing a strikingly handsome face as white as ivory. The man exuded an extreme coldness as he stepped into view before Xiao Qiang and Little Skeleton.
"Wen Kai?" Xiao Qiang muttered in frustration. Upon seeing the bizarre canine creature, he should have anticipated Wen Kai's involvement. But the time and place felt all wrong—what was he doing here?
"No," the man, who identified himself as Wen Kai, raised a finger and looked down at him disdainfully. "You’re mistaken; I am not Wen Kai."
"You’re not Wen Kai? Then who are you? What are you doing here?" Xiao Qiang asked, maintaining a distance of about a foot. He could clearly see that the man's eyes were normal black and white, unlike the blood-red eyes typical of Abnormal Humanoids.
He was not an Abnormal Humanoid; Xiao Qiang let out a quiet sigh of relief. However, upon hearing the man deny being Wen Kai, he felt both surprised and compelled to adopt a defensive stance.
"Are you scared?" The man refused to answer Xiao Qiang’s questions or reveal his true identity. Instead, he took a bold step closer and demanded, "Hand over whatever you have around your neck, and we can part ways."
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