The icy blue beast eyes suddenly opened. The scenery had not yet formed a clear image on the retina, and the muscles all over his body immediately tensed up. The man moved his body slightly, and a sharp tearing pain immediately came from the wound.
"Tsk..." He frowned impatiently, feeling a cold iron thing restraining his freedom on his wrist, and the man cursed in a low voice.
He stared at the gun in the corner in trance. Thinking back on what happened. Inadvertently, a head of bright orange hair burst into view.
"Where is this?" Such complicated expressions are indeed interesting, but compared to these, the man feels that this is not what he should be concerned about at the moment.
"Hey, Leider ah (German: sorry), why don't I wrap it up again for you?" The young man looked at him coldly and frowned in pain, raised a thin eyebrow on one side, and his tone was calm. He deliberately emphasized his German pronunciation to make it sound crude and artificial.
"No need." The man looked up and down at the young man in the white coat. The clothes were old and a little gray, stained yellow with some iodine, and he looked uncomfortable.
"It's not poisonous, it's up to you to believe it or not." The young man turned away, looking a little unnatural.
With a contemptuous snort in his heart, the man turned to look at the blackened hard bread in his hand and swallowed. "That's all?"
That must be the usual tone of predators. Those self-righteous and arrogant races are just a kind of advanced beast called Germania.
He clenched his fists silently, and only he could hear the tiny friction of his bones.
"Starve to death if you don't eat"