"Oh, Grandma Wolf." Feng Bujue's expression seemed to say, I thought so.
"What Grandma? I'm male," the werewolf corrected.
"Okay… Big bad wolf." Feng Bujue said.
The werewolf scoffed. "Such prejudice. How is it possible that someone is named 'big bad wolf'? Would your mother name you 'dumb straight human'?"
"Okay… Mr. Wolf." Feng Bujue corrected again.
"Stop wasting my time! I am not a wolf! I am a werewolf," the werewolf corrected again.
"Don't werewolves transform only at the night of the full moon and assume a human form normally?" Feng Bujue asked.
"I was born a werewolf. You have a problem with that?" the werewolf retorted.
"Oh… So, you are a super werewolf who was born with fighting points of more than ten thousand?" Feng Bujue said with some snickering.
"You're talking about Broly, aren't you?" Autumn Zither saw through the mockery.
