"My name is Pasto. I came to the cemetery late at night to pick a suitable grave for an elder in my family." Faced with Wu Chang's gaze, the young man's forehead began to sweat.
Clearly, he was supposed to be the Predator, the one to be feared, so why was he feeling nervous?
It must be that the temperature inside was too high, yes, that's it.
He continued, "I've been here several times this year. If the former Gravekeeper were here, he'd surely recognize me."
Wu Chang asked, "You've been picking for a year, has the elder just been left outside all this time?"
Pasto was taken aback, this was the first time he had heard someone ask such a presumptuous question.
"The elder in my family is still alive."
Wu Chang realized, "Then you should hurry, Plot 44 is a very popular model, highly sought after; come early to get it, come late and there's none left."
Pasto: "..."
