"Yang Yong Xing, this is my turf, you've crossed the line" Chen Di Xi wielded his Biomass Gear as well as his Disasforce weapon, staring coldly at the opposition.
"A young man like yourself shouldn't be trying to act like a gangster, seriously" Yang Yong Xing was a middle-aged man with glasses, narrowing his eyes as he spoke: "In this apocalyptic world, everyone has a certain need to maintain their health and mentality, so those in need would come to me seeking help. Isn't that completely normal? There's no such thing as 'crossing the line'"
"Wouldn't you say so, little Ma?" Yang Yong Xing smiled while narrowing his eyes, glancing at the young man next to him.
