"In your eyes, am I just a prey escaping in panic? Do you think you're the hunter who decides whether the prey lives or dies?"
Blade Hunter: "So what?"
Dongdong: "You're really naive. You're even worse than some of the punks I've seen."
"You know what? We who grow up on the frontier fight from the moment we understand—fight against life."
"If we want to survive, we have to become ruthless. To get anything, even just a bite to eat, we have to struggle, compete, bet our lives in combat, fight to the death."
"People like us never underestimate the enemy, nor dare to, because a single mistake could mean no food today, no warm clothes tomorrow, and dying like trash on the street the day after."
Blade Hunter sneers: "What are you trying to say?"
Under its gaze, Dongdong stood up with a baseball bat.
