"Malin, Malin Gaiate."
"Ah, it's little Mr. Malin, could you please put away your weapon? I know you're a powerful little warrior, but they're just too big, and might be a bit cramped for the corridor."
Malin didn't really mind—the thing in his hand was a joke compared to the destructive power his true form could unleash.
After putting down his weapon, the answer from Bixiu Five came: "The North America Star Environmental Care Group is a group serving solely for white people's care."
"In that case, isn't it somewhat incorrect?" Malin asked—after all, this is the era of the Earth Union.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malin, the era of rigid correctness is over. Although the North America Star Environmental Care Group serves only white people, it's not discriminating against other races; it simply doesn't admit them since it's a private group, not a public institution. The Federation doesn't control them."
