Nowadays, this group of surviving perfect mutants is mockingly referred to as the First Generation by others.
The newly emerged ones are called the Second Generation.
Such a straightforward designation.
It seems to have become an accepted fact at headquarters that the First Generation is inferior to the Second Generation.
"That's right, your nickname is Red Demon, and I have wings like yours, but my name is Black Demon. You should change yours. Only I can be called the Great Wing," Black Demon said provocatively.
Cui Xiaofei smiled, a hint of helplessness in his expression.
Where exactly does headquarters find these strange people, with such a strong urge to compete?
The Mutant Organization is not the strongest in this apocalyptic world.
Just a bunch of pitiable people hiding in the shadows.
"What are you laughing at?" Black Demon asked, seeing Cui Xiaofei's smile and feeling extremely displeased. This smile, to him, seemed more like a provocation, a disdainful humiliation.
