To everyone's surprise, the little girl was not happy at all upon hearing Lu Dangui's answer; instead, she was quite disappointed: "You're the older sister..."

But she quickly changed her tune: "Sister is fine too, pretty sister, can we get to know each other? My name is Zhu Guanshan. Weren't you using any special abilities just now?"

Lu Danggui nodded.

Zhu Guanshan spoke to himself.

Li Yue quietly tugged at Xia Chuhe: "Something's wrong with her. Do you know the biggest difference between the upper class and the lower class?"

We're all human, what's the difference?

This was the first time Xia Chuhe had heard the difference between upper-class and lower-class people from the wasteland population. Li Yue said, "Each lower-class evolver has varying degrees of night vision and immunity, while upper-class people are born with the ability to be immune to all superpowers."

Li Yue's expression was somewhat sorrowful: "The upper class and the lower class are two species by nature."

Xia Chuhe was speechless, having completely lost his ability to speak.

No wonder the lower classes are exploited yet do not resist; no wonder the rebels only know how to slaughter the lower classes but dare not sharpen their knives on the upper classes.

It's not that they don't want to resist or dare to resist; it's that they have no way to resist.

Sorrow and despair are contagious.

Xia Chuhe felt powerless, realizing that her parents might be under the control of their superiors.

Even if she finds Xinghuo and her parents' location, so what? If she can't even rely on her superpowers, what else can she rely on?

A strand of hair entered Xia Chuhe's field of vision.

Xia Chuhe asked, "Aren't they immune to conventional weapons?"

“Yes,” Li Yue replied affirmatively, “but their weapons are far more advanced than ours.”

Xia Chuhe murmured, "It's alright, as long as I die."

Even a large number of ants can kill an elephant.