A'Ji blinked and said, "I've been wandering alone. If I'm tired, I curl up in a corner of an underground shelter and sleep. I don't need a home, and I don't need any belongings. If anyone needs me to work for them, I'll work and get a few cans of earthworm meat to eat. If no one looks for me, I'll work at the resource recovery centers. Of course, I'm not taking things from the dead and selling them. I'm just picking trash!"
Meng Chao smiled and shook his head while he mumbled, "Looks like I'm still too merciful. I should have crushed your hands before anything else. In any case, I just need your mouth. It doesn't matter to me whether you have hands or not."
As he spoke, he stood up as if he was going to walk to A'Ji.
A'Ji's face went stark pale. He waved his hands in a panic and said, "U-Uncle, I'm telling the truth. Picking trash isn't shady business. Wh-Why are you so angry?"
