Guanglin.

Just as people were wildly cheering for Lin Feng’s team, there was a group of more than ten people silently watching Lin Feng’s team from a dark alleyway, a hundred meters away. Contrary to the excited crowd around them, their expressions were extraordinarily calm.

This was a group of young men and women, including two children aged eleven or twelve. All of them wore hats or headscarves, blending into the darkness under the shadowy wall.

Unlike the excitement of those around them, they silently gazed in the direction of Lin Feng’s team, exuding an aura of darkness and a forbidding air that clashed with the lively atmosphere of the surroundings.

Occasionally, passersby would glance at them with initial surprise, and once they realized who they were, their gazes would linger on the group’s hats and headscarves, expressing undisguised contempt and disdain.

At this moment, a middle-aged man spat in the direction of the group and cursed loudly, "A bunch of bastards."

Bastards, a particularly vicious term.

Yet even faced with such insults, the group of more than ten people showed no reaction.

As if they hadn’t heard at all.

Only the two children’s bodies trembled slightly, perhaps from fear or anger. But despite this, everyone kept their heads down, not looking at the one who insulted them.

They didn’t even dare to meet the eyes of the passersby.

Even though they were Martial Artists and even Demon Spirit Masters, while those insulting them were merely ordinary people.

"Bad luck."

"Indeed, bad luck."

"Come on, these kids are quite pitiful."

"If you pity them, why don’t you take them in? Stop pretending to be a good person!"

"Just go home and take a bath."

"Why do they even live? If it were me, I’d just commit suicide; living is just being punished and scorned."

The sounds of insults mingled with discussions gradually faded away, but were soon heard again, as people passed by from time to time.

Out of ten passersby, eight would notice them and almost instinctively curse a few times, as if it had become a habit.

"Watch out!"

With an exclamation, a young man who was always ready to defend himself quickly lowered his head.

Bang!

After a dull sound, there was the noise of glass fragments hitting the ground.

Someone had thrown something at them, something not unexpected, but fortunately, no one was injured.

"Little bastard dodged pretty fast."

After a teasing voice, everything returned to calm.

For this, most of them were used to it.

This kind of insult had become a habit.

It was a habit that accompanied them from the moment they were born, even while they were still being nurtured in their mother’s womb.

They were used to strange and hateful gazes, used to venomous insults, used to others’ attacks and beatings.

They got used to it early on.

Because those who couldn’t get used to it had already committed suicide to find relief.

In the face of insults, they would experience pain and anger the same way, but they could only endure it, unable to argue back, and even less able to retaliate.

Because they knew that any resistance would only bring more severe harm, even loss of life.

The government would protect their safety, but such protection did not have much deterrent power.

For those who attacked them, unless it was life-threatening or caused them disabilities, they would only give warnings and require compensation for medical expenses, at most a seven-day detention, without enough impact.

They were still constantly in danger, always exposed to attacks.

No one felt sorry for them!

Perhaps some did, but no one dared extend a helping hand, because to most people, they were just garbage, just bastards.

Those who felt sorry for them would also face criticism, even isolation and retaliation, so over time, there were no more people who dared pity them.

If not for the country’s assistance, they would have long since ended up living on the streets, or died.

They were all orphans, although some of their mothers were still alive.

Like everyone else, their mothers felt the same disgust toward them, or even stronger, having abandoned them early on.

"I’ve decided!"

When there were no passersby, a sudden voice broke the silence.

After a moment of silence, everyone’s gaze turned to a young man wearing a red scarf.

The young man wasn’t very old, looking to be only seventeen or eighteen, standing at a height of one meter seventy-eight, with black long hair covering most of his face, purposefully concealing his appearance; from the faint glimpse, he seemed quite handsome, though his eyes exuded coldness and arrogance.

"Are you sure they’ll accept you?"

A young man wearing a yellow hat, older in age, asked in a serious tone:

"Your power is so weak, but they’re Lin Feng’s team! Every member is a super genius, not to mention Ye Qiu and Yun Kai, they even have All-Star players like Ye Xing and Yun Tianqi. Are you certain? Don’t get yourself in trouble by exposing your abilities!"

"Not all members are Yun Tianqi and Ye Xing, there’s also He Jun! He Jun’s abilities are pretty weak too, and I’m somewhat stronger! My abilities are useful to them, they probably won’t refuse."

The long-haired young man in the red scarf said, "This is a realistic world; I have value, so they have no reason to reject me."

"Bing, you have to think it through, they might be just the same as others."

"Everyone in Lin Feng’s team is crazy; they dare to do anything, each person has a bounty on their head. Bing, don’t go, okay? It’s very dangerous."

"Brother Bing, if you go, will we never see each other again?"

"Even if they accept you, what happens when you lose your value, you’ll be discarded."

"We’re from two different worlds; they can’t truly accept you."

Others tried to persuade him, seemingly trying to dispel the young man’s thoughts, but Bing’s gaze remained resolute, clearly unwilling to easily give up.

"Once you’ve thought it through, if you want to go, just go, and if it doesn’t work out, come back."

The older youth patted Bing’s shoulder.

He had long known about Bing’s desire to join Lin Feng’s team; this wasn’t a sudden whim.

On this matter, he couldn’t tell if it was good or bad.

People like them, even if they had value, faced being discarded once they were used up.

This was why Bing, despite having exceptional talent, still didn’t dare to reveal it.

"Why don’t you give up?"

A girl looked at Bing, her eyes reddening, speaking nearly in a plea.

Compared to humans, the offspring of the Alien Race and the Human Race, the Abnormal People’s talents are more outstanding.

Almost every Abnormal Person has the talent for cultivation.

They were weak in strength, but only because they lacked resources. Although the government protected them, providing three meals a day and a place to live, they wouldn’t give them cultivation resources.

Without resources, no matter how good the talent, it’s challenging to become powerful.

Through the years, some gifted companions joined certain powers but met death, became disabled, or vanished without a trace.

Of the hundred brothers and sisters in the shelter, now only they remained.

"This is the only hope, I don’t want to be called a bastard for my whole life; I don’t want to always be afraid to raise my head, and I don’t want to keep cutting off the horns on my head every now and then or always wear hats or headscarves!"

Bing looked at his friends who had grown up with him since childhood, speaking slowly, with determination and a hint of hysteria.

He had made up his mind.

Joining Lin Feng’s team might be his only chance to change his fate.

Although his strength was very weak, his abilities were special; if He Jun could join, perhaps he stood a chance.

As for being abandoned, Bing was not concerned.

Because it wasn’t something he could control.

He had considered joining other powers; with his special abilities, he could still be cultivated but his identity would mean he was merely a pawn and faced danger.

The people around him could attack him at any time.

Joining Lin Feng’s team was the best choice in terms of both development and safety.

Yun Kai was once a despised half-beastman, not much stronger than him, and Yun Kai could join, so perhaps he could too.

Joining Lin Feng’s team would not only change his fate, but perhaps alter people’s views on Abnormal People.

Though he knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Every year, millions of Human Race people were slain by the Alien Race; this sea of blood and deep hatred wouldn’t easily dissolve. As the descendants of the Alien Race, in most people’s eyes, their existence is a disgrace and evil.

Without the protection of the law, there would constantly be people who want them dead.

They only dared go out during the day; once night fell, they stayed in the shelter; going out could mean death.

Bing wanted to change all this.

He had enough!

If he couldn’t live with dignity, he would rather die...