An Zhe lowered his head, undid the remaining buttons and took off his shirt. The grey-blue eyed man approached him and made a second whistle, looking him up and down. The man’s eyes were very sticky, like the drooling beasts in the Abyss. After looking at An Zhe again, he went around to An Zhe’s side. The next second, An Zhe’s wrist was grabbed by him. He rubbed his fingers against the skin of An Zhe’s wrist, thumb against the wrist bone. Then he asked in a slightly sharp voice, “What is this?”

An Zhe looked down at the back of his hand and wrist. There were some red marks where he had been scratched by the bushes while escaping from the monster’s attack. He turned his head and motioned to the bushes behind him. “The leaves.”

There was a brief silence. After a moment, the man smacked his lips together. “Do you want to take the rest off on your own or shall I take them off for you?”

An Zhe didn’t move. He probably knew what they were doing. There were similar scenes in An Ze’s memory. Genetic contamination occurred between monsters and monsters and between people and monsters. The first way to confirm if a stranger was contaminated was to check if they had any wounds.

However, this man made him feel uncomfortable. It was the same way he felt when he was a mushroom and a snake crawled over his cap. Thus, he looked up at the man in the centre. An Zhe had seen many ferocious beasts in the Abyss and could judge their danger. Now he had the feeling that this man was the least aggressive among the three.

“Horsen.” After a brief look, the man in the middle spoke in a heavy voice. “Don’t act sick in the wild.”

Horsen sneered and looked at An Zhe in an even more unbridled manner.

Three seconds later, the man spoke to An Zhe, “Follow behind me.”

An Zhe obediently followed the man to the rear of the monster head. There were no wounds on his body apart from being scratched by the bushes.

The man asked, “How long have you been separated from your teammates?”

An Zhe thought about it and replied, “One day.”

“You have a great life.”

“There doesn’t seem to be many monsters here.”

“However, there are many bugs.” This man spoke in a very brief manner but he seemed reliable.

An Zhe did up the buttons of his clothes and whispered, “Are you going back to the Northern Base.”

The man replied, “En.”

“That…” An Zhe asked. “Can you take me with you? I have my own food and water.”

“I say no.” It was the short, dark-skinned human.

Just as he spoke, the man An Zhe was following stepped out and looked at the other two. “He isn’t injured. Take him?”