"I repeat, I don't know where he is."
Naga-ashi lowered its head, refusing to make eye contact with Lin Sanjiu. It smacked its hand on the kneading board and hissed, "If I knew where he was, I would have killed him already."
It seemed that its human positive side had deteriorated in light of its transformation into a duoluozhong. There was only hatred in it, and its enmity towards Timo, who was its childhood sweetheart, was fueled by the fact that Timo did not get turned into a duoluozhong.
"Leave me alone, or I will call the cops," the duoluozhong growled. Its eyes were turning bloodshot, the mask puffing and then crinkling back in a papery rustle of accordion folds across its nose and mouth.
Lin Sanjiu remained steadfast in the face of Naga-ashi's sudden hostility. She roved over the duoluozhong up and down, and then turned away without saying anything.
